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.
