Half ... full.
Was it that I was incapable of being healthy at home or did I just ... outgrow it?
Or is three weeks too soon to tell?
I'm the happiest I've ever been, ever. The healthiest. The most at peace with myself. With the world. I'm friends with everyone I meet ... I'm eating well ... I'm not depressed ... I love the world and (nearly) everyone in it. No mania, no depression, no harmful behaviors or reactions of any kind. Life is, in a word, good. I feel as though I'm in my element here. It just all seems too good to last. I've never had it bad, but it's been awhile since I had it good.
Should I be worried?
Or is three weeks too soon to tell?
I'm the happiest I've ever been, ever. The healthiest. The most at peace with myself. With the world. I'm friends with everyone I meet ... I'm eating well ... I'm not depressed ... I love the world and (nearly) everyone in it. No mania, no depression, no harmful behaviors or reactions of any kind. Life is, in a word, good. I feel as though I'm in my element here. It just all seems too good to last. I've never had it bad, but it's been awhile since I had it good.
Should I be worried?