A couple of weeks ago, my house mate and I went for a walk. It was a frosty morning, meaning there mist was still in the air and, if I do say so myself, it made for some lovely atmospheric photos.
I’d been dying for weeks to get out and take some photos, but just couldn’t muster up the courage to actually face the world. It was the same this day too. My hair way layered in grease, I was having a small personal life crisis and most of me just wanted to crawl up into a ball and binge watch tele in bed. Well, as I’m sure you’ll be able to see from the photos, aren’t I glad I didn’t listen to myself!
As I reflected on the photos, I realised I hadn’t seen myself this happy or ‘free’ for a long time. There are very few pictures of myself from my dark days but, in the ones that do exist, it’s clear that the lights were on but no one was home.
I had a weird sense of strength and empowerment looking at them; as if I finally realised that I’ve won the battle.
I’m free of (most) of the demons and that once plagued me, living in the shadows, and I’m free to do whatever I so choose.
Sure, it’s not easy journey – something I’ve talked about a lot – and I’m by no means at the end of it. However, it just goes to show how things can sneak up on you; depression, hatred, even happiness.