I am alone.
I do not fear this, if I did, it will paralyze me.
My thoughts are entirely my own.
I am responsible for my actions and words.
My beliefs are mine and mine alone.
I was born alone and I will die alone.
Moreover, this is all good.
Some people are not alone. Their heads are filled with multiple ‘people’.
I do not want to be one of them.
I do not want to fear waking up and not knowing which ‘me’ I will be that day.
It is good to be alone and the only me there is.
I accept it.
By accepting my singularity, I have the power to unapologetically be who I am.
When someone discounts who I am it is their problem.
When someone tries to change me, I may consider it, I may try it on.
Then either make the change part of whom I am or let it go.
If I change, I am not carrying a part of them inside me. I am a different me.
I am the ever changing me.
I am the me, I have chosen to be.
I am never alone.
Every where I go I carry them with me
The voices, thoughts, words and images
Of people, poets, actors, friends and family.
They advise me,
They remind me,
They are here to support me in all that I do.
They make me strong,
The make me calm,
They fortify me against my doubts
And those who doubt my ability to succeed,
My desire to do good.
They free me to move forward.
They free me to act
When my impulse is to turn back
When I would rather not go on.
They give me the patients to choose
Then see what happens.
They help me be me.
