In all of my 25 years of life, I’ve really only had a few good ones. I spent the majority of my life battling bipolar disorder, abuse, pain and loss. Most of my life has been pretty miserable with nothing good standing out in my memory post 1996 when my father died.
Now… Right now, this period of my life, is the best time of my life. I’m so happy, and so fortunate. I have so many amazing people in my life, friends, family (not blood-related). I have a wonderful place to live and a job that I love. I work with good people, live with good people. I have very few concerns and they don’t even really get me down. I’m stable and content. Not just content, but happy. Truly happy.
I love my life.