I forgot what it felt like to feel this free, to get excited over nothing at all, to be a little bit silly, a little bit me. I think I’m coming back, I think I’m coming through, the world feels brighter and I’m feeling like me too. I’m laughing, I’m dancing, I’m dreaming again, I think I’m finally coming back to life again. Some days were heavy, some nights felt so long, but somewhere along the way I started feeling strong. Now I’m making little plans, getting carried away, singing in the car like nobody’s listening anyway. And I’m smiling at the silly things, getting excited for tomorrow, finding little sparks of joy where there used to be sorrow. I think I’m coming back, I think I’m coming through, the world feels brighter and I’m feeling like me too. I’m laughing, I’m dancing, I’m dreaming again, I think I’m finally coming back to life again. Maybe healing isn't fireworks, maybe it's this— laughing until my stomach hurts, feeling excited about little things, wanting to get up, wanting to go out, wanting to see what happens next. And suddenly I realise— I missed me. I think I’m coming back. Yeah, I’m coming back. And it feels so good to feel like me again.
