A glow up for me was havin’ the realization
Depression was my setback, not my damnation
I don’t think I ever grew up, but I definitely glowed
And realized my sadness belonged in the commode
I felt guilty and upset when my therapist said
“Claire, some Prozac will help clear your head.”
I thought I could handle it – “I’m tough! I’m strong!”
Looking back, I could NOT be more wrong.
My head was a whirlpool of anxiety and thoughts
“It’s better if I weren’t here – I’m distraught.”
I thought this was normal, I thought I was fine
Now I pray no one has an experience like mine
And now, in retrospect I know
I’m not the only one having a tough go
At the thing we call life, which I now can enjoy.
I’m still young at heart, like a little schoolboy.
I still look for clovers in cracks in the street,
And I still like to smile at everyone that I meet.
Except this time, I feel peace and serenity.
When I smile, I have a feeling of divinity.
I can’t pinpoint the exact day I changed –
I just knew that suddenly, I was singin’ in the rain.
Thanks to my pill that I know brings relief,
I am reassured I’m loved beyond belief.