Ta-Ta Happy Bear
After an acute depression attack caught me last night (still), I realized a truth that I was missing for a very long time, during this long time I've been doing all that "positive energy shit" stuff, ,meditations, self caring (physically and emotionally), like keep saying and writing lame things to myself such as "you're beautiful", "you are special", or "I know you're sad and angry, we'll get through it together Mona", seeking my inner true self, my unconsciousness , my past life's trauma blabla, and not to mention, forgiving myself for everything I have done or haven't done yet.
Or like keep seeking with microscope lens trying to pick some (more) lame reasons to be happy, terrified of any relapse, and asking why -when I relapse again-cannot I be happy?
Simply because you don't have to, or because you are not designed to be one, and here's more rational reason: what do you need happiness for in a fucked up world like this ?, you'll end up smiling hysterically at the middle of the day trying to say something happy (?) like : "wow, the sky is blue today!", or "I love my mom!".
Just be your fuckin self and take it easy.
wow!! Finally! I don't have to be happy anymore!
Image by James Blagen