I am

I am.

Those two words can be so powerful. They can help build a person up or break them down so bad they can't find their way back up.

I am.....

Mom, wife, sister, daughter, friend.
Those are the easy ones to write. It's when I sit down and really start to think about who I am that it becomes a difficult thing. I am a lot of things, but I also realize that all these things have made me the person sitting here today.

I am.....

Bipolar, an addict, suicidal, survivor.

I am....

Tired, in pain, overweight, never good enough.

I am....

Tattooed, pierced, unique.

I am...

Learning to like myself again. Learning to accept myself again.
Learning - I like that one. It's one of the hardest things I am right now. It means to me that I don't know all the answers, even ones that only I can answer. I can only hope to keep learning along this path so that I can answer those questions one day.

You can use I am to be an excuse - I am sick, I am busy, etc.
You can use I am to express - I am mad, sad, happy.
You can use I am to lift - I am here for you, I am proud of you.

I am...
                   me.