I pledge allegiance to the heart hanging on my sleeve, swaying intrepidly amongst these cold waters. I lay my shattered mask of stoicism at the feet of those bothered my ability to feel and show every bit of it. I will feel everything in its entirety and I will be stronger for it. I am without shame, I am without regret.
I pledge allegiance to myself, the only person with permission to tell me what to feel. I permit myself to cry when I am faced with an excess of emotion. I permit myself to speak up when I am hurt by another’s actions or words. I permit myself to seek love within, always as a first resort.
I pledge allegiance to my mind, frozen in a perpetual battle with my heart. You will reign over me on some days, and it will be glorious, for I will feel these emotions and let them pass. I will not stew in self pity or anger. But most importantly, I will be no slave to my emotions. They serve my existence not vice versa. I will find the clarity to see manipulators for what they are and know when to leave people in the past. I will find understanding in the knowledge that I am different and I never have to change that.
“Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.” – Anaïs Nin