I have a lot to say, but tonight I’ll keep it simple. It’s time for me to accept myself as I am. This includes accepting that I will struggle at times to accept myself.
I’m well enough to refrain from viewing myself through the lens of anxiety and depression. There’s nothing pathological about my personality. There’s nothing wrong with being sensitive and creative, or feeling angry and pessimistic–because I’m also resilient and reserved, and I feel calm and hopeful.
I’m not ill, I’m human. I’m a poet-philosopher-teacher, and I have a lot more to say, but tonight I’ll keep it simple.