I’m happy. And this time permanently. It’s not like it used to be. One day thinking life was turning out for the best, and the next day finding myself trapped in a whirlwind of depression. I’m happy I’m alive. I’m happy I can breathe. I’m happy I will see tomorrow, and tomorrow will see me. I feel human, I feel normal. I’m not envious of smiling people anymore. I’m not envious of ghosts anymore. I can walk out in the daylight, face the sky, have the sun warm my eyelids, feel a light breeze blow on my tan skin- I can walk out and be happy I exist; exist in a world that allows us to live.