I am looking at my face, and wonder how much have I changed, both physically and mentally. I was strong and still am.
Somewhere in between college and work life, an unwelcome guest called depression stayed. And it has been very tough since to leave my room.
I stay glued to my bed and daydream when I am awake and dream when I am asleep.
But today I have decided, I need to change because this isn't who I am.
I am not someone who will let an unwelcome guest stay for long and today I fight.
Today I fight and let myself see that night is beautiful after all and day is chaotic but pleasant.
Today I face myself and then face the world for I am the world to my loved ones.
Maybe I will fall again,
Maybe I will fly again,
But I won't know unless I leave my fears and anxiety behind me and look into people's eyes, my eyes.
Today when I see the evening sky,
I feel the change in it
And feel the change in me.
I reach out and the feelings reach me.
The emptiness is still there,
But is slowly filling with peace.
Tomorrow when I look at the mirror,
I will see a different me.
A stronger me.
Someone who is not merely surviving but Living.