Happy. Happy. Happy.* It's been my mantra and I refuse to let it go. I refuse to latch on to the dark cloud above me. I refuse to pull you under alongside me. You have never succumbed to my negative voice, and I think I love you for that alone. I promise I am trying, I am. I will not let this go.
I've been progressively trying to become more positive and optimistic. It's working...slowly.