Free

I'm free... from myself. I'm free from my depression, thoughts of harming myself. I'm even brave enough to take the elastic bands off of my wrist. I know this may last only a few years, months, weeks, days, or only until tomorrow, but I feel great. I haven't felt this way in so long, and it just goes to show that I don't need a man or anyone else to validate me. Things will happen when they will, but for now I kind of just want to run on my roof and scream happy things.