Having a supportive dad who still treats me like I’m his little girl. He rubs my bruised knees and forehead.
Having my mother by my side. Cooking for me. Listening to me. See me cry and cries together with me. Walking with me. Holding my hand.
When a friend who has suffered from depression checks on you. It helps because you know you are not alone and the only one in the world that has this stupid illness.
When the number of this happiness is series post happens to be my favourite number combination. My birth date.
Having a sister who is a good listener and adviser. Who never scolds me but talks sense to me.