Sometimes I wonder what freedom feels like.
What fresh air feels like in my lungs.
What a "good day" truly feels like.
But then sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not have fears.
To not be cripppled by anxiety over the thought of being around people.
To not have thoughts running marathons in my head.
And then sometimes I wonder what life would be like without the pain of depression.
What it feels like to be okay.
What normal feels like.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder what freedom feels like.
What fresh air feels like in my lungs.
What a "good day" truly feels like.
But then sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not have fears.
To not be cripppled by anxiety over the thought of being around people.
To not have thoughts running marathons in my head.
And then sometimes I wonder what life would be like without the pain of depression.
What it feels like to be okay.
What normal feels like.
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