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There's an army rising up...to break every chain, Tasha Cobbs sung from my surround sound. I stood in my bed, Willow clutched to my chest, singing along. This morning I woke up with enough energy to get out of my bed and get active. The Dior campaign finished the day after Christmas and I had been chained to my bed everyday since. But the energy of today was different.
The curtains of my bedroom were open to welcome the sunlight, the windows were up for fresh air, and my favorite candles were lit. I began my morning with an aromatherapy bath and a face mask and it made me feel good. It made me feel like today was going to be a great day.
"...we come against the spirit of rejection and depression. Somebody release it into the atmosphere, and we declare that the chains be broken. That the chains be broken! The power of life and death lies in your tongue. Somebody raise up your voices...."
"The chains are broken! The chains are broken!" I shouted. "Yes! I hear the chains falling."
A few tears streamed down my face but I was everything but sad. I was exhilarated. The words were speaking directly to me and I was believing every word. I had to be in control of how I let my depression take power of me. It was nothing without me. It was nothing without my negative thoughts. I had the power.
Khloe pushed my door open with a large grin upon her face. I reached my hand out for her, she walked over to me. "You're in a good spirit this morning. I love this for you."
"I am." I sighed. "I invited everyone out to brunch. Would you like to join us?"
"Who is everyone exactly?" she sat on the edge of my bed and reached for Willow.
"The girls, Gio and his friends."
"Eliana and Pete in the same room as Noelle? From what I've heard in passing that's not a good idea. Well at least for Noelle."
"Well, she's not coming. Her and I are going to dinner instead. I would never intentionally put her in an uncomfortable position."
"Oh okay. And just so you know little miss Willow left you a lovely puddle in front of my door."
