I just read something from Brene Brown yesterday that spoke to this impulse to reject joy because of the fear that constantly is consuming us. The anxiety that is always lurking. I choose to dare greatly and love anyway, despite the risk.
Don't tell me to be happy when you're the only thing that can do that. You are the only thing that matters to me anymore. I'd give it all up in a heartbeat just to see you because screw all this I'm not happy without you