brianna jean zeiger



I was put into this body without a say,


I was given this mind without a second choice. 


Taught how to live by my parents so I can one day be off on my own,


I never asked to live,


But here I am,


I am breathing. 


There isn’t much I can do about it.


I was born with love and compassion in my heart for others but all my hate is for myself. 


Mental disorders piled high, weighing me down, like a ball and chain on my mind.


Anorexia, Bulimia, Depression, Anxiety, Bipolar, OCD.


And all I see myself as,


Is a problem.


I see myself as everything I was diagnosed with.


But I have to live with it. 


I have to live with the agonizing thoughts that scatter my mind without a second of peace. 


Everything I was born with was not a choice,


But the choice I have is if I live one more day. 


The choice I have is attempt recovery and have a quality of life.


The choice I have is to love everyone and show kindness that I wish I could give myself. 


I have a choice to see everyday as a blessing and appreciate the world around me. 


I have a choice to be happy. 




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