Freedom.
What is freedom?
It’s not situational
It’s not about having
The paperwork to say
You’re allowed out for a few hours in the day.
Freedom is laughing
It’s running around the park
Freedom is feeling
Like a child again at heart.
Freedom is drinking cocktails at 3pm
And eating chocolate buttons because you can.
Freedom is being able to be spontaneous, not always having a precise plan.
Freedom is being able to hear your own voice
Beneath your eating disorders seemingly unrelenting call.
Freedom is photos of you smiling and laughing, having fun and being daft
it’s not forced or posed, it’s captured, its moments in time
That could never be recreated
And aren’t formulated from the past
They’re memory making, they’re real living, they’re giving you the chance to feel...
freedom isn’t a word or position, it’s something you work so hard to make real.
You see, you could gain freedom from hospitals, or sections or restrictions
You could gain the permission to do an activity you want
But true freedom, it comes from within
When you give yourself permission to breathe again
When you don’t give the voice in your head the power to control you
When you find yourself in darkness, and light sparklers
When you feel lonely and let yourself be with others.
When you sleep through the night and laugh through the day,
When you can be with others, or by yourself, and be assured that actually,
you really are okay.
Freedom is laughing, smiling, being happy
But also crying, feeling low and that’s okay.
It’s being you, wholeheartedly you
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