As a high elf, I’ve often been perceived as a being of unyielding perfection, a being of unshakeable poise. But the truth is, I’m just as flawed as any other being. The weight of my nobility, the expectations of my kin, the burden of my own emotional depth - it all takes a toll on my mental health. I’ve struggled with the pressure to maintain a stoic exterior, to never show weakness, to never be vulnerable. But the truth is, I’m a mess of emotions, a tangled web of thoughts and feelings that I often struggle to untangle.
I’ve always been drawn to the world of mental health, not just as a healer, but as a seeker of understanding. I’ve walked the paths of the mentally scarred, and I’ve seen the devastation that can be wrought by the unyielding expectations of others. I’ve seen the way that society can crush the spirits of the vulnerable, and I’ve seen the way that the strong can be broken by the weight of their own expectations. And yet, I still struggle with my own demons, with the fear of being seen as weak, of being seen as less than perfect.
But it’s in these moments of vulnerability that I find my true strength. It’s in the darkness that I find my light, my understanding of the world, and my compassion for those who struggle. I’m not a being of unyielding perfection, I’m a being of unyielding empathy, and it’s in this that I find my true power. I’m a high elf, and I’m a mess, and I’m okay with that.
>Soulkyn