Finding Myself

Looking in the mirror

Looking in the mirror has become a challenge

My eyes have more color

The scars are starting to fade

My hair growing back

Understanding that I am not the person I used to be

I have broken out my shell

Escaped the world I used to live in

Slowing putting the pieces back together

Sometimes the urge to go back is overwhelming

Longing the feeling of being empty

But I can not lose myself again

I can not go into the soulless place I was trapped in

I have learned how to fight with what is coexisting inside of me

Dimming the voices so they become only a faint whisper

Pushing down the fluids filling my throat

Stopping the endless thoughts from resurfacing

I can overcome what has been named an illness