10/04/2026
I first discovered the poem “I Am Me” by Virginia Satir in the early 90s, just after getting sober. Back then, I didn’t fully grasp its meaning—it felt like a message written for someone stronger, wiser, more put together than I was at the time. I could read the words, but I couldn’t yet feel them.
Over the years, those same words have taken on deeper meaning. They’ve become an anchor through seasons of change—through healing, growth, mistakes, and rediscovery. Today, I understand that being “me” isn’t something to fix, hide, or perfect. It’s something to honor.
I’ve learned to embrace myself—not the size of my body, not the success of my career, not the status of my relationships—but the essence of who I am. I am enough, just as I am. The parts of me I once tried to erase or edit have become the very places where compassion and humility live.
I have flaws, and I am grateful for them. They’ve been my greatest teachers. Each imperfection, each stumble, has shaped the version of me that can finally say with confidence, peace, and truth:
I am me. And that is enough.