Emotions are like children. You don’t want them driving the car, but you also don’t want to lock them in the trunk.
Each morning I wake up and I am grateful for the littlest things
I find great pleasure in the warmth of sun on my back
And when I can wake my mother for breakfast
Having a mental illness, and recovering, I have been made aware of the small pleasures life has to offer that I simply did not know about before
And I still struggle, I am often feeling low, but my appreciation is a separate entity
My passion for the smallest pleasures, is my recovery