“Happiness comes in waves”
I bought this cup while on vacation last month. And for anyone who knows me, I absolutely, 100% did not need another cup. However I did need the message on this cup.
It’s both literal, the beach, the ocean, warm sunshine, wading through the waves and my toes in the sand, that’s my happy place. It always has been. The beach makes me happy.
It’s also a figurative reminder. It’s now been just over a year since one of the most difficult situations in my life. Facing my depression and asking for help. A year ago, I was at my lowest point I’ve been. I contemplated suicide often. I cried non-stop and didn’t want to get out of bed. I stopped going to clinical. I went so long without brushing or washing my hair that I developed mats where my headband rested in the back. I finally got to the point where if I didn’t ask for help, I may not be here today. I went to a coworker and mentor, who helped me decide I needed to go be seen by the mental health staff in the ER.
It’s been 1 year and 18 days since that trip. I’m happy to report that as a whole, I’m doing so much better. Of course I have my days, and sometimes weeks where I’m feeling down, but not to the magnitude it was. This is now manageable.
Happiness comes in waves. Both literally and figuratively.
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