An ode to therapy

In the hands that I hold, I catch the smiles I have lost for so long, the laughter that has dissipated from my throat.

I recognise what it is like to hold my head up high and grin with pride.

To smile so wide, my heart and mind has opened up with clarity.

I have found home in a place where loneliness took hostage, happiness was always the backseat.

My mind is hugging my heart in appreciation and adoration for all of the challenges life has thrown in my direction.

If there was a way to cry a river of smiles and burry my head in the hospitality and servitude of laughter, that’s what I’m doing right now.

My inability to write today is only a testament that I am overwhelmingly content with the words I have already written. Excitement has taken me on a trip outside of myself where I finally see the world in colour.

Happiness is a taste I don’t want to stop savouring or salivating over.

Maybe I’m over-indulging in a feast full of gluttony but I’ve lost the ability to care and give a shit especially if I’m investing time into my heart’s origin, happiness.