is it even possible that I am alive?

after all the damage that has been done I have emerged happy!

what kind of dis-illusionment might I have embraced to arrive at such a place?

or!....is it all very real?

perhaps it's really illusionment...

everything about me has been fear and pain...

suddenly I no longer hurt and I am un-afraid...

there are things in my life I recognise as beautiful and I am so grateful...

I cycle psychotic splendid chaos and yet the overwhelming depression seems to have lifted....

I realise now it is not my fault...it never was my fault how sick I have been...

the diabolical expanse inside my mind has haunted me tumultuous...for so long...

I feel like it has eased off...

just a tiny suggestion of peace and I can run with it forever

I believe I can think I am happy