Merely, by Rachel K.
My battle scars are old prescription bottles, diagnoses forced upon me time after time,
But now I know who I am, I know where I’ve been, this body, this brain, this heart, they are mine.
I am proud, I am strong, I am not my disease, it may be a part of me, but never my whole,
I am ready to live, I am ready for life, I embrace each day and accept my soul.
For I finally see where Bipolar Disorder ends, where I begin, and this has set me free,
I am finally ready to take charge of my life, to take charge of my future, to take charge of me.
My fate is my own, my sorrows, my joys, all part of the mosaic that is my being,
I finally realize that I can manage this chaos, and that very notion is so very freeing.
I wake up each day and am ready for challenges, ready to struggle, ready to fight,
But I know there is joy, I see all the love, I know I deserve happiness and things will be alright.
So moving forward I climb, I will have my successes, I will have my triumphs, I have my free will.
I am proud, I am strong, I am a whole person, so much more than merely “mentally ill.”