Happiness. Sometimes it just sneaks up on me, and I wonder, am I at the start of a manic episode? Usually it’s happiness (I think). I’ll enjoy it while it’s here, but once it’s gone I will wonder if it was ever hear at all. Once the feeling is gone it’s like it never was.
Maybe it will be a few hours. A couple of days. A week, maybe. What’s causing it? Well I’ve occasionally been double dipping on my antidepressants, which I shouldn’t but when every day is grey and nothing matters, why not live a little! Also pushing harder on the cycles and enjoying wine in more moderate dosages. Maybe it’s none of these things. I mean my life is a joke. What do I have to be happy about. Well, it’s my joke, damn’t.
Hope you’re all enjoying your own jokes too, or super-serious-what-evers.