The voices in my mind

I’m writing this to let you know that it isn’t easy to love me or live with me. And there are so many days that I have problems living with my self. But the way I am and choose to be is a consequence of my own life. I wouldn’t want to give up the struggle of being me, on my own, with every narrative that defines me. I believe that I can make it through the corridors of my mind and come back to tell the story of the visions and voices and my imagination that at times is more real than the reality that I share with you. I’ll stop rambling on. Just a reminder that you’re still struggling on my own.