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Jan 2016
I'm getting up, out of bed
I'm staying hydrated, letting sadness leave my head.
I started paying closer attention to my health
I started seeing value in mental wealth.
I'm initiating change
I'm feeling good, that's strange.
I think my life's super bright and,
I think I'm taking my future by the hand.
Whoa.
Is this what it feels like, to recover from depression?
I could get used to this.
Elle Moore
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