Knowing limits is good. I need to remember that I do not have the superpower of speed to get ready for the day in five minutes. Nor can anyone read minds. We cannot fly, breathe under water, live without food or water, etc. Limits can be helpful.
However, they can also be a hinder. So many times, I have let limits on myself – whether inflicted by me or others – that have hurt me. There were things that I was and wasn’t, limits set and dreams shattered.
This past year has shown me that I am more than my limitations. I need to stop living bound to my past or my struggles.
I am more than my depression; I am also my vision for hope.
I am more than my anxiety; I am also my love of adventure.
I am more than any eating disorder; I am also someone who enjoys a good meal and dancing through the woods.
I am more than my PTSD; I am also my open heart to care for others.
I am more than my OCD; I am also my love for a bit of spontaneity amid routine.
I am more than any label; I am also myself, Anna Rose. No one can take that from me.
Seeing myself as more is frightening at times. I don’t want to forget my past or pretend mental illness isn’t part of my life. This is not denial; this is a move towards accepting healing instead of dwelling in pain.
My life is full of more joy and peace than I had thought possible. Is it perfect? No, but no one’s life truly is. My life is hope-filled, beautiful, and vibrant. And so am I.