It is interesting
To live a life and yet possessing something capable of functioning and having to remind yourself that you are living
I think about whether others have to do it too
I have to remind myself to breathe, I feel like it's not enough sometimes
I can breathe so deeply and yet feel like I haven't even taken a breath at all
I find happiness in knowing that I no longer feel that heaviness in my chest
At one point I would have been afraid of when it came back
But now all I can think of is fighting all that I could because I am capable of feeling happy
And regardless of how the day ends, I had good moments and I don't think I would have been able to say that four years ago; to be realistic, I couldn't even say that a year ago
I will fight until there's no fight left in me, and then some
I am alive, I am enough and I am the only person that I should matter to,
I am the only one who needs to find significance in knowing that I'm worth a lot because I haven't fought death so I could let another tell me what I am worth because I know me and that's a thing they cannot say