I’ve had an epiphany.
Happiness is choice.
Who cares if my friend is pissing me off. Who cares if the guy I like doesn’t feel the same way about me?
I can choose to be happy.
I’m lucky. I’ve got the most amazing family I could imagine. I have really great friends. I have a beautiful opportunity to be in school and go for my dreams.
How could I not be happy?
Sure, some things will go wrong. People will piss me off, school will frustrate me, there will be things I don’t understand. That shouldn’t rule my happiness. I should.
The little things make me happy. Thats all it takes.
I’ve fought depression. I’ve fought it and I’ve beat it. I’m not letting myself go back there. I chose to climb my way out of that hole and be happy. I refuse to fall down it again.
I don’t believe I’ll ever have to stop fighting. However, as long as I have the right outlook, I think it’ll become easier. I am lucky. I am happy.