A year ago, this would have been a veeery short list. But I’ve
worked very hard on myself and managed to thin the dark cloud of doom that
plagued my every waking moment.
I love nature; birdsong, the waves crashing on the beach,
the colours of the flowers. I love starry nights and summer days. I love
looking up at the moon and feeling connected to everyone around me seeing the
exact same moon. I love the soothing feel of rain on my skin when I’m hot or
not feeling well. I love a gentle breeze drifting through my open window.
I love writing; I love the flow of my imagination; the release
from the bombardment of thoughts and emotions as they begin to make sense on
the page. I love the comfort of reading them back to myself, knowing those
feelings were real and valid. I love being able to relate to others this way.
I love my family; I love knowing I am never truly alone,
even on my darkest days I have so many people to turn to. I love that they love
me unconditionally and would do anything to see me safe and happy. They give me
the strength to fight even when I want to give up.
I love my crazy friends; their flaws and their uniqueness,
the fact they listen to my rants, sit with me when I cry, and go out of their
way to make me laugh or smile. But mostly their acceptance that if I’m not
myself, that’s okay and they don’t make me feel bad for it or for cancelling
plans.
I love music; the way there is something for every mood, a
song for every emotion and experience. Lyrics that feel like they were written by
your heart; or speak to you through the speaker and either reflect your pain or
boost your good mood. It both can heal and comfort, and it can help create a
party vibe.
I love books; falling into another world and experiencing
someone else’s story is like falling through the pages. You can learn things,
you can explore your own experiences, you fall in love with and hate characters.
It’s a perfect escape from life.
I love the familiar feeling of a favourite movie, or the excitement
of going to see the next instalment of your favourite series. (Marvel fanboys
and girls, I hear you)
I love to hate waking up in the morning (okay, laaate
morning) because I know I survived another day. When you’ve wanted nothing but
to die for so long, suddenly life feels far more precious.
Most important of all, life itself makes me happy to be alive. Just the fact I get to live it one more day 💗
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