by Victoria Puffer
This is my body. My brain. My garbage. All of it. All of it’s me.
The pain in my neck and my back when I wake up, when I sit down, honestly when I do anything.
The mood swings are mine, they’re me. It’s who I am.
The dense and heavy depressive episodes, the same as the flight of mania.
Even when I don’t like it, it’s me and I can’t leave it.
This is me.
For better and for worse.