Stripped Bare

What I feel, is that,
I'm breaking apart and I'm not quite sure who I am.

Because I used to define myself by
achievement/thinness/health/religion/workaholism/intelligencce

and now I'm
worn out/overwhelmed/stressed/unhealthy/feeling stupid

I resent the healthy, the people accomplishing,
because how dare they
when I can't
and how come
it's not being taken away from them
when it's being taken away from me?

Is it my fault?
Is there something I could do to cure myself
and I'm not, and I should, and what's wrong with me?

"Those who were not my people
I will call ‘my people,’
and her who was not beloved
I will call ‘my beloved."

What if

at the end of all of this

the only thing I'll know about myself 

isn't that I'm the healthiest

most accomplished

smartest

hardest worker

but that I'm deeply, desperately loved

deserving of forgiveness,

and hope

and all things pure, good, true,

and restful.