I am not perfect and I never will be.

But that is what makes me human.

I often overthink and become trapped in my own mind for hours or even days.

My confidence wavers at times, even though deep down – I know I am worthy.

Tis’ tragic, but this is what makes me human.

Most of my thoughts never leave my lips. If by chance they do, it is usually abrupt and causes unnecessary alarm. Writing has become my only tool of expression.

I have been to the bottom of hell, radiated brimstone and now here I stand, feet planted on the beautiful ground – fueled by strength.

Some days the stench of sulfur creeps up on me, causing me to slip.

But that is what makes me human.

The difference is –  I am no longer weak; I can stand on my own two feet.

I channel my inner Atlas now, I can handle the weight of darkness on my shoulders and I will not go back.

That makes me a Titaness .

Inspired by Mental Health Awareness Month ❤
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