Dancing Around
Something I've found myself doing more often as of late, especially after starting therapy, is randomly singing and dancing.
Long ago in a more emotionally naive, but happier world, I spent my days making up dances and songs, singing along to EVERYTHING and dancing all the time. Even in my early driving days, my favorite time of day was being in my car, music on blast, dancing and driving to wherever I needed to be.
And then slowly it stopped.
Like one day something switched off and the random dancing felt forced, singing out loud was something to be hidden and I car dance parties became few and far between.
I won't say I wasn't dancing and singing, but it felt like it wasn't happening as much. I went from having a walking jukebox in my mind every day, to silence. The constant stream of music I used to let out randomly, wasn't playing anymore.
That's the thing about depression, it creeps up on you sometimes. You don't see it initially, but when you look back over what you can remember through the haze, you see all the things you might have lost.
Again, thank the Good Lord for therapy and psychiatry. They put ya girl on a nice lil kick start. I'm feeling in a much better and lighter frame of mind, so much so that I've been singing out loud again. My car sounds like the most lit club to and from work. I've been having the most random dance parties around my house.
I feel lighter. I feel like a newer version of myself.
Somedays I worry that this is just a random spike in what might be a forever downward spiral of anxiety and depression. But for now, I'm enjoying myself.
Now I'm gonna dance around my room, and here's a soundtrack just for that purpose.
Long ago in a more emotionally naive, but happier world, I spent my days making up dances and songs, singing along to EVERYTHING and dancing all the time. Even in my early driving days, my favorite time of day was being in my car, music on blast, dancing and driving to wherever I needed to be.
And then slowly it stopped.
Like one day something switched off and the random dancing felt forced, singing out loud was something to be hidden and I car dance parties became few and far between.
I won't say I wasn't dancing and singing, but it felt like it wasn't happening as much. I went from having a walking jukebox in my mind every day, to silence. The constant stream of music I used to let out randomly, wasn't playing anymore.
That's the thing about depression, it creeps up on you sometimes. You don't see it initially, but when you look back over what you can remember through the haze, you see all the things you might have lost.
Again, thank the Good Lord for therapy and psychiatry. They put ya girl on a nice lil kick start. I'm feeling in a much better and lighter frame of mind, so much so that I've been singing out loud again. My car sounds like the most lit club to and from work. I've been having the most random dance parties around my house.
I feel lighter. I feel like a newer version of myself.
Somedays I worry that this is just a random spike in what might be a forever downward spiral of anxiety and depression. But for now, I'm enjoying myself.
Now I'm gonna dance around my room, and here's a soundtrack just for that purpose.
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