The Happiness War



I sat across from a friend today. With tears coming down her cheeks, she admitted something that I know all too well. 

"I have to fight to be happy."

This friend suffers from a chronic physical illness that plagues her with pain, weakness, and depression.
I have a chronic mental illness that afflicts me with suicidal thoughts, exhaustion, and agony.

We both fight to be happy every day.

Happiness requires energy. 

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