Everybody think freedom mean movin’ fast. Leavin’. Escapin’.
But the forest taught me different.
I stepped past the tree line at dusk, when the air cools but don’t bite yet. Leaves under my shoes sounded like secrets bein’ told on purpose. I wasn’t lost—I just wasn’t rushin’. That mattered. Mental health research shows time in natural environments can reduce stress and improve mood, even with short exposure (Bratman et al.). I came out here for that reason, not magic. Or maybe both.
I don’t clean ‘cause I’m bored. I clean ‘cause clutter mess with my head.
Mental health folks say a messy environment can increase stress and anxiety, especially for people already dealin’ with mood or thought disorders (National Institute of Mental Health). I ain’t need a study to tell me that, but it help hear professionals back it up.
They say drink water like it’s easy. Like your mind don’t argue with you about every small thing.
I learned hydration the hard way. My psychiatrist told me straight up that some antipsychotic medications can cause dry mouth and increase the risk of dehydration, especially if you forget to drink during the day (American Psychiatric Association). I ain’t like that fact, but I respected it.
Morning ain’t never rush me. My mind already runnin’ marathons before my feet touch the floor. I learned that about myself a long time ago. Schizophrenia don’t always look like folks think—it ain’t just seein’ things. Sometimes it’s thoughts stackin’ on top of thoughts, voices loud like a radio stuck between stations.
They said the woods was quiet, but that was a lie. The trees stayed whisperin’, leaves talkin’ like aunties on the porch. I came out there ‘cause the city felt loud in my head, thoughts jumpin’ like they late for a bus.
The first light of dawn barely touched the edges of the Whispering Woods as my family—my sister Kaela, my younger brother Rami, and our cousin Liora—stepped onto a trail no one in our village had ever walked before.
“Are you sure this is safe?” Rami asked, running his fingers through his thick hair.
The meadow glowed silver under the full moon as my family—my sister Amira, my younger brother Taye, and our cousin Soren—stood at its edge. Moonflowers stretched high, their petals shimmering like liquid light, and the air was alive with the soft hum of nighttime creatures.
The sun had just begun to rise over Silver Pines, casting long shadows across the forest floor. My family—my sister Amaya, my brother Jahlani, and our cousin Tori—followed a narrow trail leading to a part of the woods we had never dared to explore.
“Why does it feel… different here?” Jahlani asked, running a hand through his messy hair.
Dawn broke over the forest, and my family—my sister Nyah, my younger brother Ezra, and our cousin Selah—followed the winding trail toward Willow Creek. Sunlight danced on the leaves, and the air smelled sweet with wildflowers and wet earth. Birds with feathers like molten gold flitted overhead, while foxes and deer peered curiously from between the trees.
Morning sunlight filtered through the forest canopy, glinting off the river as my family—my older sister Liora, my younger brother Kian, and our cousin Amara—made our way down a narrow, winding trail. The air smelled of pine, wet earth, and wildflowers, and tiny fireflies flitted along the path like floating stars.
Early morning mist curled around the trees as my family—my older sister Amira, my younger brother Jace, and our cousin Tahlia—made their way through the dense forest. Birds with feathers like liquid gold darted through the branches, and the air smelled sweet with pine and wildflowers.
My family—my older sister Laina, my younger brother Kofi, and our cousin Amira—had always loved exploring the woods near our home. But today felt different. The trees seemed taller, the air thicker with scent and energy, and the animals around us unusually calm, almost as if they were waiting for something.
“Something’s different here,” Kofi said, looking around nervously.
The first rays of morning touched the forest ridge, and my family—my older brother Theo, my younger sister Isla, and our cousin Arin—stood at the edge, staring down at the river below. It wasn’t an ordinary river; its waters glimmered with shifting colors, reflecting the sunlight like liquid gemstones.
“Look at that,” Isla whispered. “It’s… beautiful.”
The morning fog hung low over the forest as my family—my sister Mara, my brother Liam, and our cousin Nina—walked along a narrow trail. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, making patches of moss and wildflowers glow faintly.
The morning fog hung low over the forest as my family—my older sister Kira, my younger brother Eli, and our cousin Soren—followed a winding path through the trees. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating patches of moss and flowers that seemed to glow softly.
“Do you feel that?” Eli asked, stopping mid-step.
The forest was alive with whispers and the soft rustle of leaves as my family—my sister Talia, my brother Orion, and our cousin Kael—ventured deeper into the woods. Birds with wings that shimmered like sunlight flitted overhead, and tiny glowing insects hovered in the air like drifting stars.
Mist hung low over the forest floor as my family—my sister Lyra, my brother Finn, and our cousin Nova—walked along a winding trail. Birds with feathers that glimmered like sunlight flitted overhead, and the scent of pine and wildflowers filled the air.
The forest was alive with the whispers of wind through the trees. My family—my older sister Sienna, my younger brother Jace, and our cousin Mara—followed a narrow path that twisted deep into the woods. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, making the mossy ground sparkle like it was dusted with gold.
The morning mist clung to the forest floor as my family—my older sister Nyla, my younger brother Kai, and our cousin Liora—walked cautiously along a winding path. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating patches of wildflowers that seemed to glow with their own inner light.
The forest was alive with the soft whispers of wind through the leaves. My family—my sister Zara, my brother Malik, and our cousin Imani—followed a narrow path deeper into the woods. Birds with feathers that shimmered like liquid gold flitted overhead, and the air was thick with the scent of pine and wildflowers.
The trees in the grove bent as if to whisper secrets to anyone who would listen. Legend said the silver-leafed Elowen trees only grew in unt...