A Strange Feeling
Warning: this post deals with Depression-related experiences
I was in Tenby — the most beautiful place in the world, (please only go there if you’re willing to appreciate it, because otherwise I’d rather you leave it to the rest of us.)
A strange feeling hit me, walking down the seaside streets, a little behind my parents, as we milled in and out of the crowds, headed to a little caffi for lunch.
It made me stop suddenly. I didn’t understand it.
There were echoes of something I once knew but which had fallen outside of my memory.
I couldn’t quite… figure it out. What was I feeling, here?
And the realisation swept through me, after that moment’s confusion, that the weird, unidentifiable, feeling I was feeling was… happiness.
Not just the lack of pain, the lack of sadness, the neutrality which I had sought for so long — actual happiness.
And that feeling meant everything to me.
#WritingPrompt: things that feel good, finally from the lovely Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她):