100 Sad Days: Day 4; Happy Days

It's important to remember that it is ok to be happy too. If small minded people think that seeing you smile means that you are fixed then that is up to them. That is their mistake. Not yours.

Just like it is ok to smile at a funeral, or laugh at a wake, at fond memories you share of the deceased. It is ok to enjoy yourself when suffering with depression. No you are not fixed. You are just able to see a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel.

Depression isn't a constant down mood or need to cry. It is a shroud you carry, heavy over your body, each and everyday.

So smile, laugh, if you want to. It is going to be ok some day.

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