Power in Words in In My World

I realized something the other night that I’ve been really wanting to tell everyone but frankly, no one understands the gravity of my words:

I CAN WRITE AGAIN.

I wrote in my previous entry about how awful the last year of my life was and that a lot of it had to do with a birth control that I was on. Well, I didn’t realize how badly that shit was fucking with my head until I realized that I can write again. It’s like I’m seeing the world in color for the first time. I didn’t realize how much I had changed or how numb I was until I could feel again. It’s wonderful, it’s breath taking. It’s like realizing you’ve been asleep this whole time, in a horrible dream, and finally waking up into reality. It makes me want to move again, to go on, to carry on. It feels like, even though I still have depression, I can finally see past all the misery. When I start typing the words come out.

I am a person again.
I am me again.
Time to go find out who that might be now.

and on one final note: I CAN WRITE AGAIN.
I cannot express in words how insane that is. How much it means to me.