I love the beach

Today was the day we went to the beach, it was my first time out in months, a few friends of mine
had organized to meet up and set up a grand party in my honor. I felt silly walking over all this
decoration for me, but it was so kind do I smiled and laughed as we got ready to play in the sea.
What fun that was with my new yellow sunglasses dancing and swimming, I was alive for the first
time in months.

I wished to never go home, so I didn’t, we danced till dusk but not even the moon could stop us. For
all of just wanted to be free, from family, school, responsibility, society, and for a while we did. The
world was ours the beach was our kingdom, and I was in charge, a night I’ll remember for the rest of
my life. As night turned in to day we promised to return the following night, to dance and be free all
over again.

We all arrived at the same time all egger and smiling with glee, not a care in the world, all happy and
free. No one could stop us not even the weather, we just smiled when it started to rain, my yellow
sunglass lay next to my bag as I danced smiled with glee. We decided why stop there, so we ran to
the forest to flee, away from society where we could be free, we decided to live in some trees. And
as day tuned to night my yellow sunglass remand in my hair, I may have been wild, but I was free.

We stayed up all night not wanting it to end promising to return to the trees. We kept that promise,
fleeing into the forest, we ran in and climbed up the trees, into our own world where everything
was fine and all people where free. I laughed as the sun danced of my yellow sunglasses and smiled
as we played din the trees. As night fell, we all looked out at our kingdom and thought this is home,
no longer afraid we all decided to stay.

But all good thing come to an end, as the sun rose on the dreaded day, I looked back on my actions
and smiled I had lived if only for a short while, not bound by my parents or what the doctors said I
had lived, not just survived, but my parents would be here soon, and I’d be sent up to my room far
away from the trees, and beach I called home, but the doctors called and said that I could never live
on my own, I looked at them and laughed. They looked surprised, I told them with no fear in my
eyes, yes I’m sick but do you see these yellow sunglasses, I survived my panic attacks, I learned to
wield anxiety as a weapon, how can you not see that, so what if I struggle to ask a waiter for extra
ketchup, why does that mean I cant live by myself. Furthermore who said I was alone, I have a place
I call home, near the beach with all of my friends, I struggled and made it to university and I’m not
letting any one take that away.

True to my words I returned putting my yellow sunglasses on, I ran to the beach, finally I was home.