Happiness is arguably subjective with variances in levels depending on the season of life.
My therapist says I haven’t been happy. I don’t know if I believe her. I don’t know if I want to believe her, or consider the idea for that matter.
I know a lot of my life has been a lie, and I know, looking back on it that it wasn’t good, that if I had been fully aware of what was happening, if I hadn’t been brainwashed by a cult and abusers from such an early age, I would’ve known it wasn’t happiness. But to hear “you’ve never known happiness”...I want to believe I was happy in the moment, even if I know I wasn’t know, I’d like to believe what I thought I was feeling in the moment was happiness. And maybe that’s more what she was getting at, just because I didn’t know then it wasn’t happiness doesn’t mean that it was any less real. Okay no that really solidifies that my life was centered on a lie.
I feel like I got better to be sent back 10 years. 20 even.
It scares me because she’s right.
Happiness isn’t something someone like me could risk. You live your life being told you won’t be happy in this life, only in the next, all you gotta do is survive this one first. I haven’t lived my life in a way for enjoyment, because that was sinful. The eat, drink, and be merry what not scripture comes to mind.
That great and spacious building I was taught to fear, it’s my home now. And it’s overwhelming but I’m not walking back towards some glow in the dark tree.








