Chapter 3

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Festive seasons. Oh what a delight they are. People far and near, all will have a celebration to look forward to. A celebration to enjoy. But for her, something has changed. Her natural drive of festive vibes has worn out. She feels out of sync with the world around her.

She told me they are all a little tough on the depressive her. Just because she doesn't feel as excited as they do, they start judging her.

Then I tell her, you're thinking a little too much. That you need to stop overworking your brain and just kickstart your heart into action. I always tell her to feel more. She always says she is. She is feeling. That all she's feeling is depressed.

What she doesn't know is that it is her mind that is conjuring up a demon. That her heart has never stopped craving for happy moments and festivities. It's just that her mind has covered her with a blanket of doubt and self fabricated lies.

It's clearly the truth because as she is sitting near the window and staring out at the fireworks, something in her eyes tells me that she is just like them. An explosive waiting to burst with a boom and light up a dark sky. She just needs a little fire to ignite her and make her fly.

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