Accepting Who You Are. [Self-Acceptance]
On The dark and lonely road of self-realization,Depression and anxiety are like war.I am sure most people who go through it agree with me.
Some people have anxiety and mild depression since forever and has been really difficult for them to accept themselves and love who they are.
Initially, I only wrote poems and stories about darkness and defeat.It’s been a while since I have started writing inspirational stuff.
I want the world to know it’s not that difficult to love who you are and what you want to be. A little courage is all it takes.
This piece will touch your heart on many levels.I will clearly express how hard self-love is to be achieved, however, without it there is little chance to be a good partner to others. “Doctor, heal thyself” comes to mind.
When we are lost it is only the self who can bring us back.
Before I became strong, I knew what it was likeTo be weak,How difficult it is to love yourself,To find the wholeness that you seek.
Before I knew the light,I have had my fair share of darkness, too,Where my world fell into a hopelessness and I didn’t know how to get through.
For I have known the tears it takes,The courage to stand up again,When you are broken down and bruised and you know nothing but the pain.
You forget to appreciate love,If you haven’t seen the hate,Till you forget the meaning of smile and laughter and your heart is left abate.
I have known the strength and courage
It requires to get it right,To face the things that hold you down and hold your head up and fight.
Before I am who I am now,I was someone I didn’t want to be.I was lost, battered, and defeated before I knew how to be me!
Just because I have never done drugs,doesn’t mean I’m not cool.
Being a virgin, doesn’t make you lame.
Just because I’m not a fighter, doesn’t mean I’m weak.
Being rebellious, doesn’t mean you are scared.
Just because I am quiet, doesn’t mean I don’t speak up for what I believe in.
Just because I have morals, doesn’t make me a goody two shoes.
walking away from trouble, doesn’t make me a pushover.
thinking before I act, doesn’t make me a loser.
I don’t need to be a follower in order to be accepted. I am who I am. Accept me for who I am.