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It started with a goodbye.

by @madhurimak

It started with a goodbye. It started with me wrapping up my past in bubblewrap, as if it was fragile. It was really so that its sharp edges would be unable to hurt me anymore. I decided it was better to leave it inside my bedside table, next to the pictures and the letters. Not to pack it in a suitcase and bring it with me on my many travels. But it refused to leave my side, it followed me, like a paper plane guided by my insecurities. Like I was a holding up a neon sign that read STILL HOLDING ON. Perhaps it was a sign that I was to carry it with me to all the places I hadn't been but longed to see. People asked me about the big monster that hunkered down beside me. But how could I tell them that I was caught up in something I'd promised to leave behind? How it has consumed my mind my body, my very soul. How it threatened to rip a hole in the very future I was trying to protect. Maybe I'm exaggerating Maybe the time I spent hating every part of me wasn't very long at all. But it felt like an eternity the summer, winter and fall. Finally, spring arrived With hopeful eyes and a big bright smile. I shook myself awake from what was starting to feel like a neverending nightmare, A rabbit hole that wasn't taking me to Wonderland I started to understand that I couldn't go on like this. I took a hit or miss dive into the future, And like a magician, unlocked the weights at my ankles. Once at the shore, I looked at my past as it drowned unwanted and forgotten, And I realised I was no more a crinkled mess. With wrinkled fingertips at the end of my hand, I held up a mirror to my freshly washed face. I smiled, digging my toes into the sand. It ended with a hello.
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Jun 1, 2016
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it's more of a ramble, really. I hope you enjoy. Depression is tough, but you are tougher. xx

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#depression#anger#future#anxiety#hello#past#goodbye#sea#self-love#shore
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