I am the face
of mental illness.
I am the face
of mental health.
I am the face
of recovery.
I am the face
of emotion.
I am the face
of misunderstanding.
I am the face
of change.
I am the face
of passion.
I am the face
of humanity.
I am the face of generosity.
I am the face of generosity.
I am the face
of frustration.
I am the face
of negativity.
I am the face
of a wife.
I am the face
of a mother.
I am the face
of a sister.
I am the face
of a daughter.
I am the face
of family.
I am the face
of your friend.
I am the face
of creativity.
I am the face
of a nurse.
I am the face
of reality.
No longer can
I hide.
No longer may
I crawl away.
I started
writing here two years ago, when I felt like I found buried treasure. My writing voice tucked away and safely
stored. My passion, masked by the veil I
so proudly learned to cover my inadequacies.
My feeling, my soul, my longing for more, all gradually reappeared as I
looked inside myself, as I honestly asked, and stubbornly demanded
answers. I have some now. I will hear more soon. I’m on the path of redemption. I am serving penance for my missing
years. Years began a lifetime ago this
month. Years I was granted by God and
years I lived unconsciously, mind and soul split into pieces, like torn paper
floating downstream. I was lost and now
I’m found. Or something equally dramatic
and less prophetic. How did I get here?
1 comment:
I don't know how you've gotten here - but I'm so glad I found you. I don't know how you've gotten here, but I'm glad you found your way to where you are. I don't know how you've gotten here, but this reality you've found your way to is just like everybody else's - many faceted, painful, glorious, hopeful, ugly, beautiful, but mainly .. what you are willing to make of it.
And someday, when we meet, you've got a great big HUG coming.
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