Some people think it's easy. That if you just tell me to smile I will and that I will genuinely mean it, too. And I try to mean it- believe me, I try. I try to find a hint of happiness inside of me and force it out. I tried. I tried to do the things that normal and happy people do Because maybe if I tried I could convince myself that I, too, was a happy and normal person. So I tried. I took myself out to dinner. I tried yoga. I went to parties, and even though I can't dance, I danced anyways and made a beautiful fool of myself. I finally bought myself a lava lamp because I've always thought they were cool. I organized the clothes in my closet by color. I spent twenty minutes picking out the ripest tomatoes in the grocery store. I took up crocheting, I learned a little French, And I forgot all about this mess of a life I'm in by making a mess in my kitchen. I sang in the shower so loud and proud that I lost my voice. I went cheese tasting, And I drank A LOT of wine. I made faces at every person I drove by on the highway. I started going on walks. I started going on runs. I ran to the balcony And stepped on the ledge And threw my arms out beside me And screamed YES! I'm free! And I'm so happy about it! I'm happy. I promise you I'm happy. These tears, they are just because I'm so happy and my sadness is crying because it's gone. I'm not sad anymore. I'm normal. I'm happy. I'm just like everyone else when they go to art galleries. I'm actually looking at the art really hard and trying to find the meaning behind a red squiggle rather than just really trying to avoid people from seeing the pain. I'm actually just a normal person that's perfectly content when they go wash their hands instead of a person that dreads walking up to a faucet and catching a glimpse of their reflection. I'm actually a normal person that stepped onto a ledge to feel nothing but freedom rather than feeling a desire to take another step. I'm actually ok and I'm so happy. It's what I whispered to myself at night Because I thought that maybe if I told myself it enough times I would eventually wake up one morning and find it to be true. That I'm ok. I'm happy. That's what I want to convince you because maybe if you're convinced... I'll be convinced too.