The other day my Mum asked me why I wasn’t happy. I didn’t know what to say, first because I was in shock that she asked me that question and secondly because I didn’t know why I’m not happy. I went to bed and thought about it for a while, everything then just came to me; the reasoning behind why I’m unhappy and more. The next day I said to my mum “maybe the reason I’m not happy is because I’m constantly stuck in this place of numbness, that feeling anything is so abnormal to me that it’s scary; which leads to me shutting everything out because I’m afraid to feel”. She doesn’t understand but I do, I finally understand why I’m not happy; it’s a small piece of the puzzle but it’s a refreshing place to start.