a happy life, to me, would be a life that i don’t just exist in, but that i actually live. i would feel alive and like a normal human being instead of hollow and fatigued all the time. i would live every day to its fullest, take advantage of the fact that i’m alive, and actually feel grateful that i am.
i would have enough independence, knowledge and money to live on my own (or with a roommate or two) in an apartment that i actually feel safe and comfortable in; there’d be no mice, no constant screaming or emotional/mental breakdowns, no heated discussions or arguments over things that can be discussed calmly, etc. my kitten would be with me as well, of course, and she’d be happy and healthy. no coughing, no vomiting, no potential FIP, none of that. i’d have a job that i love—i’m not sure of the specifics, but i think i wanna work with animals— with co-workers and superiors that like, support and include me. it wouldn’t have to be the best paying job on earth, but i’d at least like to make enough that i’m not living paycheque to paycheque. i wanna be able to comfortably afford a roof over my head, food in my belly every night, my kitten and her wants/needs, as well as my own. a significant other isn’t necessary, but i’d want at least a couple close irl friends that i can hang out with, rely on and trust, and who actually care about me and respect me. i love my online friends so, so much, but not having anyone irl is honestly lonely as hell lol. i just wish i had friends i could do stuff with, y’know? i’d also still be in contact with my parents, but it’d be minimal and i would feel so much better mentally because of it. i love and appreciate my parents, but they are... a lot lol. they’ve caused me a lot of trauma and insecurities over the years, and their emotional immaturity, manipulation, tempers and almost daily arguments/breakdowns are detrimental to my mental health, so i think living separate from them and being able to control how much/often i interact with them would really help me heal and strengthen my relationship with them. i’d also have finally legally changed my name to xara, and i would be completely independent in terms of cooking, cleaning, getting to places, etc.
my idea of a happy life wouldn’t necessarily mean a mental or physical illness free life, though. i’d still have depression and anxiety, but i’d be in therapy, on medication that actually works, and i would feel so much better. i would also know whether or not i actually have the mental illnesses that i believe i may have or not. i’d also still unfortunately have ibs, but it would be much more controlled as well, and flareups wouldn’t happen as often. i’d be free of brain fog and fatigue most days and would be able to be productive and do the things that i need to do, as well as the things i want to do. i’d actually have the energy to create art and literature, play animal crossing, etc. i’d be fine without validation from others, and wouldn’t let not having it prevent me from doing the things i want or need. my life wouldn’t be anything special, but it’d be normal, functional and happy, and i would be happy as well. that’s all that matters to me. :’)