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6:52am July 14, 2013

 words flowing from the soul...: Being Happy

writestheunsaid:

People think that because I’m bedridden at 24, that my treatment and medication has ceased to work, and walking is a labor that I cannot be happy. Yes it does suck. But I’m not drowning in this black hole of despair because I am still alive. I have amazing parents that care and make me as…

I know what you mean. My life isn’t at all what I expected. But I’m much happier than I even was when I was expecting what my life would be like by now? So I have no idea how that works, but I’m fine with it.

It’s not that I don’t have really miserable moments or even days or weeks, but somehow my overall happiness doesn’t seem affected by that. (I’ve speculated that it’s because I’ve learned not to allow myself to feel miserable about feeling miserable, because that’s just like going down a black hole… but I honestly don’t know the answer.)