My Symptoms don’t match my reality.

The moments your symptoms replace your reality can crush you.

Only recently have their voices meant less to me.

Such a persistent pride, the pack of symptoms that want your life.

Wether it’s depression, anxiety, suicidal ideations, imposter syndrome or whatever names they like to take.

I have found that there remains a seed deep within us they cannot touch.

That seed resides in the same home you keep your grace.

Visit that sanctuary often to keep your symptoms malnourished.

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