Roaming Towards Myself

“If you’ve ever wondered what it feels like when depression starts to lift, this is what I noticed.”

After a long day exploring London on my own, I realised that another quiet shift has taken place within me.
When you’re struggling with your mental health, it becomes incredibly hard to see beauty in anything. Your brain convinces you that nothing you’re looking at is special, that nothing will make you feel anything. Everything is muted. A dull shade of grey settles over your world.
But today, as I looked back at my photos, I noticed something different.
Moments where I saw light filtering through a blossom tree and instinctively thought, that’s so pretty… and stopped to capture it.
A messy box of flowers on a busy street that somehow felt beautiful enough to photograph.
Small, simple things.
And it hit me.
The fact that I’m even noticing these moments again means the grey is fading.
I’m seeing beauty in the world around me again.
My nervous system is settling.
I feel a sense of peace.
Do I still have tough days? No.
Do I still have tough moments? Absolutely.
But the grey is lifting.
The colour is coming back.
And that realisation… feels quietly, deeply extraordinary.

Do you notice things like that when your mental health is improving?