I am not my bi-polar, my OCD, my mild-anxiety, my self-harm. I am not anyone’s toy, anyone’s punching bag, anyone’s dancing puppet. I am not weak, meek, shy, close-minded, ignorant, sexually repressed, stuck-up.
I am not going to shut-up, be your bitch, walk the line, conform with your normalcy, be what you want me to be. I am not going to wear what you think I should, think your thoughts, make your decisions or fade into the shadows.
I will love completely, be a loyal friend, fight the battles I choose, defend those I love, never forget those I have lost. I will live how I want, think how I like, have my own dreams, my own ideas, my own moral structure. I will be my own person, vote for who I like, have my own agenda, live in the moment, take risks. I will see who I please, talk with whomever I desire, fight with my husband, forget to do the laundry, make mistakes.
I am strong-willed, stubborn, out-spoken when I choose. I am caring, gentle, compassionate, loving, generous, out-going. I am a free-spirit, living on the edge, emotional at times, enjoying each minute I can, missing my brother, regretting some mistakes. I am going to be true to myself, read every book I can, listen to as much music as I like, swear, make promises that I keep, tell unintentional lies, fall down but get back up.
I have a mother, a father, a sister, a brother. I have a brother-in-law, two nieces that mean the world to me. A husband. I have myself to count on, family I love, friends I love, people looking out for me, someone watching over me. I have my own dreams that no one can take, my own choices to make, my own life to lead. I have imperfections, scars on the inside and the outside, pieces missing from my heart, an imagination, suffered, but not unduly.
