I've spent a lot of time running from myself. I thought that if I got angry enough at myself, I would change. I thought that if I denied my needs, they'd eventually go away. But the fact is, I'm not changing and my needs aren't going away.
This is who I am, and admittedly, I'm not 100% sure who that is. I don't need to know, what I need to do is accept it.
I think about how much my lack of self acceptance has interfered with my life. I can't even begin to explain. I've always had an excuse, too. I mean, I still make those excuses.
I keep saying to myself, "I don't want to be this person." What I really mean is, I don't want to be anxious and depressed anymore. My illnesses don't define who I am, nor do they destroy who I am.
No matter how much I think it's over, or how strongly I feel like giving up, I'm still me. I could lose my faith a thousand times and I would still be myself. I may not always see it, but I'm not inherently damaged or irrevocably repulsive and my life isn't a tragedy. I've been fighting my whole life, it may not have always been productive but it was intended for my well-being.
I know now that if I truly wish to be happy, I need to stop ignoring myself. I have value like everyone else. I can help people. I can make a difference. I am gifted with life, and if I wish to live it fully, I need to love myself. There's just no other way.