Re-self-discovery

It’s not a case of being tired,
Nor a case of being stressed.
I am not trying to be miserable,
You see I am depressed.
 
It isn’t only stage fright,
Nor a ploy to cause a scene.
I don’t mean to be dramatic
You see I suffer with anxiety.
 
It’s not a cry for help,
Nor a selfish bit of drama.
I just project my emotions physically
You see I am a self-harmer.
 
There are many kinds of mental illnesses,
These three are but a few.
And although you can’t always see my symptoms
My illness is most true.
 
I am only human,
I am no different from you.
Except that get low sometimes,
But I can have highs too!
 
I know it can be confusing
And hard to understand,
But sometimes I don’t need your words,
I simply need a holding hand.
Every day is a challenge,
Each one brings something new.
Some days are just wonderful,
And some I can barely get through.
 
I am not broken,
I am simply a work in progress.
All I ask is that you support me as best you can
Through this lengthy process.
 
There are brighter skies ahead,
Each cloud bares a silver lining.
Despite some tears and screams
I have started to feel my challenges declining.
 
Although times can be hard,
And life isn’t always fine and lovely.
With love, support and strength
I’m on the right path to re-self-discovery.