A Strange Feeling

One I couldn’t identify

Cee R.
2 min readJun 17, 2023
Tenby harbour — a beautiful view over-looking the harbour, with the pastel-painted houses and hotels curved around the shoreline
Image: Tenby Harbour by Andrew King. Wikimedia Commons

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):

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Cee R.

Writer, poet, (book) blogger @ dorareads.co.uk , Queer, weird, & a tad peculiar. Bookish rebel. Welsh as a tractor on the M4. Buy me a coffee @ ko-fi.com/ceearr