I am from depression.
Feeling as if there is no light in the tunnel of darkness.
Pretending to be happy when I'm everything besides happy.
Angered at what and who I am and
scared of what I may do to myself or those I love.

I am from anxiety.
Feeling as if trapped in a cell of worry,
thinking about what could go wrong instead of what can go right,
trusting no one for fear they may turn their back on me and
scared of what type of freak people see me as.

I am from acceptance.
Feeling that friends and family care about me,
Knowing that I’ve finally found what I wanted most,
no longer pretending to be someone I'm not,
happy with who I am and what I became.

I am hope.
Feeling that I no longer have to be afraid,
knowing that there is a chance for a better life,
rejoicing that I am saved,
happy believing that I can change.

I am from Wisconsin.
I appear to be like everyone else
Yet I’m far from normal,
I struggle with depression and anxiety,
I am me.