These days, I dream in color,
My nights are full of stories
Instead of the nightmares
That for years, dogged my slumber.
These days, I sing along with the radio,
Even though my voice is not the best.
I don’t worry what others think of me,
I just lose myself in the music.
These days, I dress for comfort,
Instead of obsessing over how I look.
Favorite clothes wrap me in
Their familiar embrace and make me smile.
These days, I do what makes me happy
Without concern for external validation.
I find freedom in my own weirdness
And let others take or leave me as I am.
These days, I don’t bother with shame,
I choose instead to embrace joy,
I give myself permission to be ridiculous,
And I laugh at myself all the time.
These days I still fight my battles
Against anxiety and depression
Not because I don’t want to be a burden to others,
But because I know I deserve to be happy.
– Hanna Lange