I’m starting to think that I wasn’t as content as I thought I was originally.
My mind is clearing up and I can see everything vividly.
I once thought I knew the key to happiness, just stop caring.
Depression almost had me, that was kind of scary.
Not to say it won’t show up again.
I may follow it to play.
Not intentionally of course.
But depression runs a pretty smooth game.
I was sinking, my head was full, my heart was heavy.
Things I used to do didn’t catch my interest, I thought it was part of my journey, wings spreading.
I was mistaken once again, I’m so glad I’m snapping back.
I lost my sister three years ago, my grandma two years ago, and my mom after that.
I’m no longer sad. Well maybe a little.
I miss my sister a lot, it’s inevitable.
She was my rock, my constant, right there with my brother.
Now it’s just two of us, getting stronger together.
You didn’t want me to be sad, mad, or be dragging my feet everyday.
If you were here today I don’t want to imagine what you would say.
I’ll find myself again, I promise real soon.
It’s been three years sis, this is long overdue!