I think I have this irritating feather that makes me cough from my heart.  Irritated, I keep trying to choke it out.  All that happens is that it seems to lodge in there and it scrapes against all my self-kindness, distorts the day, and I wake up cranky and choking.

Today I choose to breathe deep and long, full and open, with freedom.  I am free to be me, even it if is just this side of illusionary negativity and the joke of depression.

I am free, I am free, I am free to be me.