Flying High

Going back to all the places I used to be. All the time I wanted to capture forever. I stopped taking my medication, it's been gradual, forgetting it here and there, one morning realizing I don't need it. I don't need two pills a day to make me happy. Make it okay. I am okay without it. Being able to write that down, being able to say it outloud, being able to do it means so much to me. Until you face it, really grasp that this could be a part of your life forever, it really freaked me out. I'm of it, completely out of the bottomless dispair that faced me everyday in the mirror. And now I think I've prepared for when it happens again. To make sure it won't happen again. These moments come to me in flashes, where I can remember the beginnings of when it would happen. How I would start to drown, panic would rip through my entire body. It changed me this time. I am a different person now because, or inspite of it.
But I wake up and I'm happy. I'm happy about life about everything I'm going to get thrown at me today. I'm prepared for what's next.