I am not a diagnosis 🎧 (Marcella Boccia)
I am not a label pinned to my skin,not a diagnosis that can be circled in ink,not a box to be checkedon a form that knows nothing of the depth of my soul.I am not a name that can be spokenand understood,not a word that fits neatly in the mouthand slips from the tongue with ease.I am the silence after the scream,the darkness after the light,the space between thoughtswhere no one dares to look.I am the storm that rises without warning,the calm that follows without reason,the river that carves its own paththrough mountains no one sees.I am not a diagnosis.I am the fire that burns and heals,the hands that tremble and build,the heart that shatters and mendsin the same breath.I am too much,and never enough—a paradox in the flesh,a riddle too tangledto ever be solved.Do you see me?Not as a label,not as a disorder to be fixed,but as a wild thing—fierce and freein my madness,in my quiet,in the pieces of methat do not belong to this world,but to the spaces between stars.I am not a diagnosis.I am the blood that flowsthrough every broken vein,the voice that whispersin the shadows of your mind,the song you cannot name,but feel in your bones.I am not a diagnosis.I am the breath between the words,the silence that follows the cry,the chaos that calls you home.
