Katherine Henson, penning as k.e. She self-published her first book, “wildflowers: the first collection” in 2016. Katherine has been writing for as long as she can remember, and it is both her love language and preferred choice of communication. For Katherine, writing has been a way to escape and discover; through body image issues, depression, anxiety, and loss Katherine has used her words as a way to be honest with herself, while also helping others understand that they are not alone.

victory in the form of a window view

I was laying in bed Sunday, 5:00pm, and as I looked over to my open window, something moved inside of me. 

From where I was laying on my bed, the way the curtains were blowing over, and my groggy mind created a perfectly white scene. I kid you not, all I saw was white outside of my window. I dared not move. I was flying. I was in the sky. My feet were not on the ground. Well, at least not in my mind and heart and soul. 

You see, I have recently decided to take up a battle against my almost-life-long anxiety and depression. 

And I always, always, always feel like gravity is too much for me. Like I am being forced to the ground more and more each day. I can't even stand. Down on my knees is even too high. I am forced to my stomach and back by gravity, the weight of my own skin and bones deceiving me. 

But not at 5:00pm on Sunday.

I don't know how long I laid there, but I was scared to move, scared to tempt the gravity, scared to tempt my own mind. 

Because in those few (or many) moments I was shifting.

Look, it probably sounds crazy - or maybe it doesn't. Maybe you too suffer from deception by your own body (also known as anxiety and/or depression, or any other mental illness). 

In those white, breezy, beautiful moments, I was free. 

It's not the cure, and as soon as I moved, rolled over out of bed, gravity hit, and that something special was over. Regardless, I am thankful for those tiny moments. Those tiny moments are victories. 

Remember that. Tiny victories are still victories. Heck, every day is a damn victory when you choose to just open your eyes ONCE. Victory. Victory. 

I'm going to keep looking for the sky, I'm going to keep trying to fly. Victory.  

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