As I learn more
about the way I think
and the reasons why
I find comfort
in cognitive distortions,
I realize that
I've done the best I can
with the tools I had
in my past.
While I would've loved
to not have gone through
the things I did,
they happened
and I accept that those events
were my reality.
I know that
my feelings are valid
when reacting to life,
but they are not always
justified.
I am not my thoughts.
I am not my pain.
I am not my suffering.
I am beginning
to notice
the spectrum of color
that life has to offer--
no longer
consumed by black & white
all or nothing
this or that.
It is okay to just be with a feeling
and let it pass,
I don't have to find a resolution
in every scenario.
The intensity
does not have to overwhelm me
to the point of no return.
I truly
am finding myself.
