I have spent a lifetime attempting to escape myself.
I’ve tried to outrun my trauma,
I’ve tried to never be “in” my diseased body,
I’ve even tried to kill myself.
I’ve tried projecting my insecurities onto others and after 30-some years I’ve finally decided to come home.
I’ve finally laid myself to rest inside of this sack of flesh and bone. No longer wishing, or needing, to escape the chamber of horrors that I wake up to every morning — this tomb that is my body.
I may not be perfect, I may be flawed beyond repair in some areas, but I am proud to showcase who I’m becoming as I continue to work towards a more stable structure. One I can come home to.