I’m a wild-minded girl, but I’m happy They’ll soon find a new mental health diagnosis for me one day, I’m sure But I’ve found a way to live with The clatter, the chatter, the wonderings Once debilitating, I’ve found a way to live happily, Comforted by the familiarity The oddity The fun It’s all an adventure, really. There’s nothing wrong with you, Or me Or any of us really We’re just meandering our way through our minds Trying to make sense of it If you can find a way to view That ailment with familiarity Like a friend of sorts —your gift of sorts If you can accept those ailments, those plaguing of your mind Those weird things you think about, the things you try to hide— The way you think and move If you just jump right in Without trying to tame it Numb it Quiet it down With alcohol, TV, and any other vice You’ll find It’s quite entertaining On it’s own Dive in No need to fit in When you fit within your mind Others will understand Because somewhere, deep down We’re all the same
Rachel Miller is a mental health nurse and writer who lives in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. Her writing is featured on her website, The Collective Mind, where she shares ideas on how to make desired changes easier by changing how you think. Her poetry has appeared in Open Heart Forgery and The Mindful Word.