I have anxiety about my anxiety.
It's a constant vicious cycle that is wearing my body down little by little, destructing my health and the little peace of mind I have.

the air's a little warmer
my heart's a little freer
and I don't miss you as much anymore.

I am reverting back into the quiet, introverted soul I used to be.
This is good.
This is who I am.

I am free
Free to think and dream of endless possibilities,
Free to laugh like it’s the first and dance like it’s the last
Free to define my life with my own hands, to see the world with new eyes - my eyes.

~ a poem : part 3

Forgetting the past is the easiest thing in the world to preach about, until you're the one in question.