If God had intended me to make excuses for who I am, He would have given me better excuses.
In the end you don't so much find yourself as you find someone who knows who you are.
There is no such thing as a list of reasons. There is either one sufficient reason or a list of excuses.
God left so many fingerprints at the scene of creation that you wonder — does He want to be found, or does He want to be stopped?