To the Unsealed,

I know how it feels to fall out of love.
I used to consider myself a musician,
I used to consider myself a writer,
I used to consider myself a filmmaker,
I used to consider myself an artist.

Upon reflection on the person, I thought I used to be,
I looked in the mirror in awe of all that hasn’t changed,
Years past, months forgotten, days gone, yet I remain,
If am that I am when I am forlorn, I must be what I am when I am exultant,
Depressed, Euphoric, Despondent, Ecstatic, Destitute, Elated,
I am what I am when I am.

I know how it feels to fall in love.
I consider myself a musician,
I consider myself a writer,
I consider myself a model,
I consider myself an artist.

How could I give up the things that created me?
How could I no longer be what I’ve already been?
I’ve let hopelessness in once before,
I’ve felt defeated and longed for more,
Yet I find what belongs to me still in me,
Waiting to belong to me once more.

I nearly gave up on life when I was diagnosed with Bipolar,
I found new life in the understanding that it is not all that makes me,
I’m beautiful,
I’m generous,
I’m loving,
I’m humble,
I’m an artist,
I will continue to be that when I feel like I am something else,

It’s okay to love,
It’s okay to not love,
The fact that it may not last forever makes me that much more grateful when I have it again,
I am all that I am when I feel I am not.

“Everything stays, but it still changes” – Rebecca Sugar