healing.

disclaimer: You are NOT your mental illness. It’s just ONE PART of your identity.

“If you cannot accept the broken parts of you, how can someone else?”
A stranger with a degree told me I was broken.

We must learn to stand alone against our demons that plague us.
My mind is my ultimate villain.
She knows how to construe every positive into a negative
Convincing me that I am my mental illness, 
She’s an evil genius.

Second guessing every compliment that comes my way
“They aren’t talking about me, that’s not true.”
I’m worthy of looking in the mirror and seeing beauty 
Seeing a goddess who’s fought the Great War, coming out victorious.
I am graceful and resilient.
I am not broken. 

For I am a warrior who’s brain chemistry creates unique challenges. 
who’s worthy of love and affection.
“You’re strong Lexi, one of the strongest people I know.”
Yes I am. 
“You’ve gone through hell and back. Came back a whole new remarkable version of yourself.”
Yes I did. 
“You’re smart, sexy, and I’m the lucky one.”
You’re right. 

I smile at the woman before me. She’s marvelous.
The allure of darkness does not phase her, only intrigues.
There’s nothing wrong with embracing the darkness within 
We are not darkness, we are the light, 
Pure and beautiful.