Being able to breathe and my chest not feel heavy. Being able to do something without fear that someone will hate me for it. Being able to sit down at night and not be on the verge of breaking down into tears. Being able to go through a day without a burden being laid upon my already broken shoulders. Being able to wake up and not immediately dread the day that lays before me. Being able to speak my mind without fear of being silenced. Being able to look someone in the eye and know that the smile I wear is not a facade. Being able to log onto social media and not dread reading the messages that have been sent to me. Being able to sit down at night and nearly breakdown from the stress inside my head. Being able to have confidence in that my friends really are my friends.

Happiness can be anything for a person. It’s what, in your darkest time, you cling to for dear life so you don’t sink further in the dark quagmire that is depression. It’s a survival instinct against your worst enemy, yourself.