To be honest, I'm not sure that I need to be in therapy now, but I enjoy it. I'm not saying that I don't have issues, but I fake normal extraordinarily well and overall I probably have a better handle on 'happy' than most.

I mean, four years ago I came down with a particularly nasty auto-immune disease that is untreatable, incurable, and causes chronic pain. I couldn't work for two years until I was put on pain meds and spent two years living without water or heat...still don't have running water. We've moved seven times because we couldn't afford to stay any longer, I've had five heart attacks in the last four years, my wife has relapsed on drugs four times, and I'm dying...got a couple of years at most. And for the most part, I'm a happy guy. I like therapy and my therapist; I enjoy doing the work on me because it always ends up that I'm happier long term when I do it. But if I stopped? I dunno - suspect I'd still be happy.

So, on that note, what brings out your happy:

Sonseearae: Bunnies!
Me (Angel): Writing.
Lori: Black...black anything.
Micah: Storybook time!
NoOne: Not being needed...sleeping.