Choose to Be Happy, Stop Waiting for It.
I'm happy with where my life is going and I'm done treating life like it's a constant struggle, because there's always going to be a storm.
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Stuff Always Being Happy, I’m Just Gonna Do Me!
If I push those dark feelings aside, because I am supposed to be happy, I miss that moment to grow, to be happy. To heal.
Love Unconditionally, Make Yourself Happy.
Sometimes other people act as the most powerful mirrors, and show us where we’re still not allowing ourselves to be happy.
The Careless Truth About Depression.
The funny thing about depression is that it doesn’t just pick a part of your life and shed light on its flaws. That’s what most people think depression is. If only it were that kind. But no, depression doesn’t make you feel depressed at all. It makes you feel nothing.
The Magic of Loving Yourself.
The one thing we all, women and men alike, need to remember is that people will only love you as much as you love yourself. That includes taking care of yourself physically, mentally, and emotionally. You can’t expect someone to respect your vessel if you abuse it, be that with drugs, alcohol, ...
When I Say I Love You, What I Mean Is This. {poetry}
When I say I love you, what I mean is, I can feel you
feel you on the inside, pulsing through my blood
not the idea of you, but you as you are
You Can Do ‘The Thing’ And You Don’t Have To Be Happy To Do It!
All you actually need to have to do that dreaded Thing is a few seconds of stubbornness, enough stubbornness to try, to make a little teeny tiny small and smelly promise to yourself that you will try, that you're open to it not working and looking stupid and feeling small.
I Am Happily Imperfect.
And then, when I finish my lists and lists of tasks, I roll a big, fat doobie and smoke it by myself while I pretend to be the happiest person alive! Okay, I'm kidding, of course. I certainly don't do any of those things, but guess what? I'm still really happy. Go figure. I'm happily imperfect.
The Magic Hat. {poetry}
The path to the box was cluttered with dreams.
Boxes of trophies, and thin skinny jeans.
Also bags under eyes, and grandma’s old quilts
And other reminders of all her past guilts.
Happy Is The New Black.
You would think that after successfully losing the equivalent of two full kegs of beer, and running like 'Forrest Gump' for the past year and a half, a lady might feel better about the possibility of new bathing suit choices, and earnestly hope to don something colorful, sporty, and ...