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Welcome!

This is my own little happiness project. I’m not really expecting anyone to see it, but I’m content having my little daily ritual.

So, here’s the deal, I’m going to post one picture every day, sometimes with a little description, sometimes not, of something that makes me happy. This can be a picture of anything, but it has to make me happy. Even the smallest bit of serotonin has to be released.

There are only two rules to this:

1. Post daily.

2. Post happy.

:)

spaghettihell

Reblog to hug prev

Please

#squisssshhhhh

mis gatos 🥰

11/7/2025

#mission serotonin #cats #babieeeeeeees

My last post to this was nearly four years ago.

Four years ago, I was a sophomore in college, struggling through mental health issues. Something… bad… happened to me in the middle of my sophomore year. It hit hard and my spring 2022 semester was hell.

June of that year, I got a cat. He was registered as my emotional support animal and came to school with me for my junior and senior years. The structure he provided, as well as the company, was a godsend, and I’m thankful everyday for my feline companion.

So I got a cat, worked through my last two years of college, graduated with a good GPA and high hopes for the future.

Then fall 2024 hit. The election. In a matter of months, funding to many of the institutions that held job opportunities in my field was either cut or pulled entirely. I spent nearly a year applying for job after job after job. Positions that would have made me miserable, positions that I was seriously under-qualified for, positions I was seriously OVER-qualified for, positions that paid far too little in cities that cost far too much. Nothing stuck. No one was hiring. Positions were pulled, projects were cancelled, my entire goal career path, decimated.

So I moved back home with my parents. Did some temp work, got a job at a restaurant, grabbed every opportunity that came my way, including an unpaid internship. Put money away and cuddled my cat.

It’s 2025 now. My college friends are ghosting me, I got a second cat, I’m watching my country fall apart around me, I reconnected with high school friends, I miss the structure and social atmosphere of school, I feel stuck.

I got a rather harsh reminder today that progress and healing are not linear processes. It was a frankly terrible day, complete with my first panic attack in months and flashbacks to one of the worst experiences of my life.

So I’m going to post here again. I’m going to make a conscious, active attempt to seek and find the beauty in the world every day. Because I’m going to fall apart, and I need something to hold onto. I need heart-shaped leaves, ducks in ponds, delicious desserts and days at museums, rainy days, good books, and warm tea from cute cafes, new baking recipes, time with family, cool breezes, and my favorite tv show playing in the background. I need to remind myself that, even when it feels like I’m stuck in the mud, spinning wheels but going nowhere, I should stop and enjoy the scenery. And maybe accept help from the kind stranger who pulled over to lend a hand.

Today, my cats made me happy 🩵

#mission serotonin #mental helath #depression #ptsd #ptsd recovery

soft-butch-cassidy

depression tips™

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over.

put on clean, comfortable clothes.

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink.

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something.

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.

yournudemom

Circulating. Seasonal depression is creeping around now.

shadowjag

Lets keep this moving

teaboot

If ever you find yourself anxious about your adult responsibilities, remember: in order for a public system to function, it must be accessible to idiots, and there will always be someone dumber than you.

siir-poesia

“It’s never too late to start again. 5pm on a thursday can be your new Saturday. You don’t have to wait until the new year to better yourself. Time is an illusion, don’t forget that. Just because you woke up at 1pm, it doesn’t mean you messed your whole day up and that you can’t turn the mood around. It’s never too late to start again !!”

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paganowlsheart

ohanthonytomallamadingdong

My aesthetic is aggressive self-care

butterflyinthewell

To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.

Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.