I know you can
I know you will
Sometimes you know,
Sometimes, I just want to be able
On my own
To not need to ask someone to help me calm down
To not need someone to ask me “Are you sure you are ok?”
Sometimes I just want to be ok
On my own.
But you know, it’s ok.
It’s ok to need someone,
It’s ok to not be ok,
It’s ok to ask for help,
You’ll be fine.
No one will think any less of you.
You are still strong,
You are still smart,
You are still independent,
For I know how much it means to you
To not be dependent.
For the very idea abhors you.
I just don’t want to be anything like them.
I acknowledge my weaknesses.
I own them.
Then I sharpen them,
I work on them ,
I don’t just accept them and live in mediocrity.
That, that is what abhors me.
Those who have seemingly chosen not to fight,
Those who become parasitic, latching onto something healthy,
and draining the very life out of it.
No, I will never be that.
Until and unless my faculties themselves completely fail me,
I will never stop fighting.
Mental illness is not the end of me.
Though I love solo travel
I have accepted that now, I have to finish my journey with my buddy:
The Right Honourable Dr. Manic-Depressive;
Sir stress a lot,
Lady hyper sexual and madam prissy
Baby cuddle and comfort
Her Majesty wild adventuress and wanderlust
Lady empath and social changer.
That ancient philosopher and theorist.
That damn tom-boy who likes spanking ass 😆
That stay in bed and do nothing but eat and pee little girl.
That ghost who needs help taking a bath, brushing her teeth and washing her hair.
That motherfucker who is forever planning how to kill us all.
That shy, anxious nerd who hugs his books, head down and rushes through the hall way as soon as it’s clear
That well read and well spoken attorney at Law who advocates for her rights and the rights of those most vulnerable.
I own you all.
I accept you as me.
You are me.
I am me.
Dear God, thank you for creating such a fucking masterpiece.
You are one hell of an artist.
I appreciate you.
I trust you.
I love you.
I thank you.
P.S. It’s ok to need help, it’s ok to not be normal, it’s ok to be you, whatever the fuck that looks like on any given day. It’s ok. Just don’t give up on you, ever. Don’t give up on what makes you, you. Own it. Own you and be the very best motherfucking you that you can be.
Unless you can be a unicorn. Be a unicorn because unicorns are fucking magical 😂
#Chiselingon #Faithinit #HammerOn
PPS. I curse a lot when I am manic. lol Blame it on the brain not me. 😝
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.”
~ Jeremiah 29:11