I’ve spent most of my life being intensely unhappy.
Mental illness has robbed me of a lot of time. From depression to anxiety to Borderline Personality Disorder, my brain has put me through some serious shit.
Then recently, things took a turn, and for the first time in my life, I experienced complete and utter happiness. And it was scary.
That may sound weird. After so many years of being unhappy, why would being happy be scary?
Well, it was scary because I’d never experienced it before. It was scary because I was frightened of losing this feeling.
But slowly, as time goes on and the feeling hasn’t faded, I’m starting to let go of that fear and just enjoy the happiness.
Life is short; we aren’t guaranteed a tomorrow, so for now, I’m living for each beautiful, blissful day.
I’m living for my wonderful boyfriend, my adorable cats, my amazing family, my cosy little home.
But most of all, I’m finally living for me.
What makes you happy? Let me know in the comments.