I've been happy for two-and-a-half months now
Things got better. I moved on. I faced my fears. I quit my pills. I restarted therapy. I made peace with my life choices. I don't favour death over life. I am happy. I am grateful for the people who sustained me. I am grateful to myself. Life is good. I want to live—not just live. I want to stare at the clouds unbothered by the ticking time. I want to leave my phone plugged in at night, in the next room —not by my pillow. I want to wake up to a smiling, but mostly cranky, Eapen. I want to stroke chucks' right arm in the morning. I want to chop onions and tomatoes and potatoes and pretend to be Nigella. I want to feel the wind gush through our windows. I want to live an ordinary life. Because I've missed it so much.
