To deny who I am within the depths of my soul makes me sick.
I have anxiety attacks, racing thoughts, cant sleep, suicidal ideation.
Take the meds, see my therapist, feel better.
When I say hello to who I am, I genuinelly feel better.
When I shave my legs, buy a dress, shop for a necklace, slow down and feel who I am over a warm cup of tea.
When I embrace who I am in spite of those memory voices that tell me who I should be because I have this dangling thing.
When I accept who I am and what I am, I feel free. It is like waiting for the rest of the world to catch up.
and isnt that interesting.....
It really is.. me!