It’s a BEAUTIFUL day-ay-ay-ay

#BreakingFree2023

Thank you for sunshineThank you for rainThank you for joyThank you for pain

Night after night

Things didn’t feel quite right

Tears streamed down my face

My heart would start to race

My breathing was out of control

Anxiety began taking its’ toll

At times, I could see but black

I’d be having panic attacks

I was so incredibly tired

Yet I couldn’t get the sleep I desired

I’d sit up wondering “What’s wrong with me?”

“Why am I so unhappy?”

Negative thoughts regularly filled my head

As I tossed and turned in my bed

I tried to tell myself everything would be ok

But deep down I knew I couldn’t go on this way

Truth is, 12 months ago, I was depressed

And this needed to be adressed

I had so much to be grateful for

But for some reason I felt I needed more

For help one day I pleaded

As I realised it was needed

These gloomy feelings I could no longer ignore

The light in me I wanted to restore

For several months I went to therapy

I worked hard to find some sort of clarity

Inner work is a long process indeed

Yet undeniably important to succeed

Of course, sometimes, I still feel sad

However it’s nowhere as bad

I’m stronger now than ever before

A true fighter at my core

I knew the day would come for me to be thankful

For all those moments that were so painful

I’ve learned so much this last year

I can hold my head up high, even if the future seems unclear

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