🌤 After Depression, the World Feels Brand New
It’s strange — this world. After years of drowning in that heavy, invisible weight, coming out feels like breathing for the first time. I ask myself, "Was I even here all along?"
My old self feels like a stranger. My likes, dislikes — all shapeshifted. The sun no longer burns — it warms me. The cold no longer numbs — it awakens me. And suddenly, even the smallest things feel like the first taste of love.
This is what they call a fresh start, right?
Where I begin again. Where I forget that there was ever a time I wanted to stop existing. Where I no longer carry the weight of being shattered by someone I trusted completely.
Dreams I had buried deep — they are resurfacing, one by one. And for the first time in years, I don’t just want to exist, I want to live.
Not just look at the ceiling and let hours disappear. Now, I want to work. To build. To chase joy like a teenager with two wings, ready to fly. Just… fly.
And this time, I won’t clip my own wings.
