My mom has suffered from depression my whole life. I love my mom deeply but it has been a struggle to be raised around someone who could not always be present for me much of the time. During one particularly hard day when I was about 10, I remember closing my bedroom door and sitting with my back pressed against it and repeating to myself, “I’m going to be happy”. Even though I sometimes lose sight of that mantra, I find great strength in knowing that I am able to make my own joy.
“I’m going to be happy”