. . Lately, I’m finding myself impatient when it comes to how others treat me. When I don’t like something or feel disrespected, it doesn’t take much for me to be like, ✌🏻 . But when I told this to my therapist this week, she said something so insightful. She said: “Erica you’re not impatient, you just know your worth now.” . And she’s right. I used to hate myself so much. I really don’t enjoy writing these words because now I so see all the love I’m capable of giving and how I’m a gift to this world (yes you can say that without sounding incredibly conceited) . I used to be so afraid of my power, my fire. I used to believe that i had to hide it, silence it, to fit in. So others would be happy, so they would accept me-so they wouldn’t leave. Fuck that noise. . Today, i challenge you to repeat this simple, small phrase whenever your mental illness places a cloud over your thoughts: . “I know my worth.” . Over and over again until you really feel it. Until it pours into your soul, your bones, and all that you are. Because guess what? You are worthy, so worthy. . Special thanks to the always magical @drawnbymary for this beautiful mug! If you know your worth, comment with a 💕. If your mental illness is clouding you from seeing it today, that’s okay. You are still worthy. Always.