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I am at home.
I feel contentment to be here.
I feel warmth because the computer is warm.
I feel tired because I am lacking protein and iron, likely.
I feel mentally exhausted and yet renewed because I have thought so much in the last little while.
I feel wonderful because I have lived.
I feel like that random tv or movie character, I forget, who went to Italy because it was her dream.
I feel like I am a good example of depression finding its own cure.
I feel like I am allowed to explore a lot more in my mind and in my life.
I feel freer now than I think I have felt in years, even though I’m just as on my own.
I feel like I don’t need to call people to feel a little bit of comfort and compassion.
I feel my writing in Europe improved.