Depression and Obsession

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Wasted.
I was lost.
No true direction, no true destination.
Lone sailor, letting the wind wield my fate.
Alone, nobody to hate.
Learning to love—was it too late?
Slash and burn everywhere I go.
Will I find a home?
In my mind, lost at sea.
Broken and blind, set me free.
I was lost.

New Seas.
As time goes on, I’m finding a sense of direction.
I’m sailing new seas, discovering new lands.
I have changed so much in the past year.
I am nothing like the person I was a year ago.
I was lost.
On a search for peace, I sail the seven seas.
Set out to conquer my mind, my biggest foe.
Nightmare of the past, I just can’t let go.
I was lost.

ghost boy.
Though I still struggle, I am okay.
I am doing so much better.
I am making myself proud, day by day.
I have been doing good in my class; I scored an 88 on my last test.
I have been in the gym consistently.
I love the way I look.
I am in the process of buying my dream car.
I am soon to have my own place.
I go on walks to enjoy the beautiful weather.
I have found peace and comfort in the quietness I used to hate.
I used to be obsessed with seeking the love I lacked growing up.
I turned that obsession toward myself.
I love myself.

Nightmares.
I have been having weird dreams, some good, some bad.
Learning about myself through dreams.
Dreams are just a reflection of what is on our mind after all.
I have learned what I really value and what I still hurt over.
Recent events still linger within me.
I was lost.