No more. I will not live in such a way. I have control. I can do this. I am not my depression. I am not my anxiety. I am not my OCD. I am not my past and I will not worry about my future. I am here, now, alive. No more. I will not be a slave to pills to help me sleep. I will not find answers in the bottom of a bottle. It’s going to be ok. I’m going to be ok. It’s ok to feel but please, don’t let it consume you. You can do this. I can do this. No more. I will not be a slave and prisoner of my mind. Happiness is a state of just being not something sought. God, family, friends. Write, draw, sing, rap, perform. Repeat it in your head. Let it burn into your soul. No more. I am free. I have control. It’s going to be ok. Smile more. Laugh. Love. Speak. Learn. Grow. You can do this. No more. Shine as you were intended. No matter what. No more. Live life, truly live. Truly love. You were made to be different. Lead. Teach. Walk. Run. I am not alone. Never alone. His love fills my soul. No more. Breathe. Breathe. No more. I am a new creation. Forgive me. I’m sorry. Let me reveal who I was meant to be, I surrender it all.
