Is Acceptance Everything?

Hi there!

Today’s topic is something which is dear to me, something that makes me ultra-sensitive.

I know you must have gotten an idea as to what I’m going to talk about but fact is this is a very extensive topic which can be talked about without reaching an end. But still, I feel I need to talk about this today, so here I am.

All of you are aware (if you have read my previous posts on this blog), that I’m a mental health survivor.

But, is my acknowledging it enough?

Have I accepted the fact that I may have to live with this tag all my life?

Is this tag lessening my worth in my own eyes in any way?

Do people, be it my family, relatives or friends or any other acquaintances view me any differently because I have a history of a mental ailment?

All these questions keep popping up in my tiny head every now and then, so as to keep a constant check on my equilibrium.

I say, “No way! I am no less than anyone else in this world! I can lead as normal a life as anyone else! Nothing, and nobody can make me feel that I am a weakling!”

“Log bhi meri haan mein haan milate hain…”

But do they really feel so? Benefit of doubt toh banta hai right?

I am doing things to the best of my ability. I know.

Mental ailment hai toh kya hua?

Is it deterring me from following my following my dreams? Maybe a little slowly, but I am getting there.

Okay, enough of beating around the bush. Let me get to the point.

1. I HAVE ACCEPTED MYSELF AND MY LIFE.
2. PEOPLE WHO CARE ABOUT ME KNOW ME AND MY ABILITIES.
3. BY NOW I’M PRETTY SURE WHO CARES AND WHO DOESN’T AND THOSE WHO MATTER TO ME ARE PART OF MY LIFE EVEN NOW.
4. I HAVE GAINED ACCEPTANCE EVEN FROM YOU ALL.

This brings me to a point where I’d like to explain through my own verses.

“Viewing yourself from a different prism 

And seeing yourself through unknown eyes 

Give you the courage and the drive 

To do better and better,

Maybe not a class apart 

But nonetheless, a mix of all at heart!”

But, Is Acceptance of self or from society enough to live a contented life?

Look. I am neither a prodigy nor a saint. How much ever I may say that I am happy with all that I have, am I really happy?

Now that is a point to ponder upon.

I have accepted with a heavy heart all the sorrows and sufferings bestowed upon me all through these past years leading eventually to my recovery, but is it only sorrow that is written in my fate?

Am I not destined to get the share of happiness that I deserve?

Am I asking too much?

It is very easy to say that who said you are not happy or why do you feel so and all that. But just for once, for God’s sake. Step into my shoes and view things from my prism.

Although accepted as being normal even putting the mental ailment into the back burner, why does it have to be a decision maker in every step of the way?

That said, I’d like to believe that struggles and strife are part of life, helping you climb the ladder, slowly and steadily, taking you a notch higher.

If you have read this post till here, congratulations. I’m sure you’ll come back for more.

Till then, sayonara!