After cleaning up the mess from the war on depression, I believe that I’m blessed, not cursed to be alive. That’s the closest I feel towards happiness.
Choose to see the light even if it flickers in the darkness. You cannot see where you are headed, but you need to keep going.
No more boxes. No more formulas. No more shame. Happiness never needed a strategy, it needed a courageous heart. So here I am life, arms open, eyes shut.
You will always feel fear, but no matter how you feel, don’t give up. No matter how difficult it is, keep going, keep fighting.
It’s okay to sometimes not be okay, and as the weather mirrored my emotions, there was clarity. An understanding of getting through the storm together.