I am traumatised. I am abused. I am dissociating. I am scared. I am angry. I am grieving. I am lonely.
I am not ill.
I want respect. I want kindness. I want understanding. I want open-mindedness. I want compassion. I want love.
I don’t want medication.
I am overwhelmed. I am triggered. I am exhausted. I am despairing. I am hopeless. I am suffering.
I am not disordered.
I want to tell you that I’m dissociating. I want to tell you that I’m triggered. I want you to know that you’re talking to a child right now. I want you to understand that I have 12 personality parts and I can’t control switching.
I don’t want to go to psychiatry.
I self-harm. Sometimes I want to kill myself.
I’m not crazy.
I deserve to be listened to. I deserve to be asked how I feel and what I need. I deserve what I need. I deserve that you have enough time for me. I deserve that you take the time to learn more about my conditions. I deserve to be cared for.
I do not deserve to be ignored, accused, and discriminated.
Sometimes I can’t speak. Sometimes I can’t remember. Sometimes I can’t think. Sometimes I can’t feel. Sometimes I can’t go out. Sometimes I can’t move.
I can always be human.
I am poor. I am jobless. I am homeless. I am disabled.
I am not useless.
I am creative. I am passionate. I am funny. I am loving. I am considerate. I am intelligent. I am strong. I am resilient. I am brave. I am observant. I am learning. I am doing my best.
I am not super-human.
I am a child who has been born into a family of monsters. I am a teenager who’s scrambling for her identity among the shards of torture. I am an adult who’s trying to navigate an abusive world.
Most of all, I am myself. Despite them.
So please. Drop the disorder.
I am not ill.