entry #3

dear depression diary

I’m dancing again.

I remember being in my late teens and early twenties just dancing, not caring who was watching .. just enjoying my life and who I was and the every moment as it came. I would dance in the rain, in the shower, in my kitchen while I’d cook, with my kid (I only had my son at the time) and I was so happy. I have missed that girl for a long time ..

I know I have grown and changed so much, mostly for the better, so today .. when I just started dancing- no music or anything. just dancing to the rhythm of my happiness, it made me smile. I’d be lying if said there are so many people and habits I left in my younger years, and that there was a time when I didn’t think I’d be okay without them. I had the most toxic safety nets .. but THIS!

I’m glad I still have reasons to dance.

lesson for today: don’t be afraid to move forward, all baggage isn’t bad. some of its worth taking along for the ride.

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