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Mental Health

Alive and Free

The wind brushes against my cheek
As the sun’s heat washes over me.
I forgot this feeling;
Alive
And free.
Depression seems to find its way
Into the deepest parts of me
Even in this moment,
And yet,
I am overcoming its grip.
I am learning to be resilient
And defy the odds.
Depression can steal some moments,
But it will never steal who I am;
Alive
And free.

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by esthergonzales75

I am a New Jersey based poet who aspires to share my story through poetry and prose focused on faith and my journey with depression. I have overcome many obstacles and I believe everyone has a story to tell, even if they haven't found the words yet. I hope my words can inspire others to believe in their purpose and to find strength to climb the next mountain.

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