I’m tired of censoring myself, of thinking of things to say but being too shy to let the words out, even now.
I’m tired of being deeply closeted about the neurodiversity of my brain.
My feathers are ruffled from being hidden so long, they long to stretch and soar.
I’m tired of trying hard to act like I’m not trying hard.
I’m tired of prioritizing everybody else above myself.
I’m tired of not giving myself time to read library books before they are due.
I’m tired of knowing what changes to make to improve my nutrition and yet changing nothing, as processed foods pour into my body daily, depleting my health in ways both seen and unseen.
I’m tired of feeling like I look even more tired than I feel.
I’m tired of my old habit of smiling constantly so that other people won’t feel threatened by me.
I’m tired of taking other people’s shit.
I’m tired of listening without returning the favor of speaking.
I know the road is both long and short, but I want it to be more joyful and less exhausting.
I’m ready to change my life because if I don’t, no one will do it for me.
The calvary may not be coming, but at last my self love has come along.
May I blaze a new trail in considering my own wants and needs, gathering energy with each step.