My battle with depression is a war without end. Some days I’m uncertain of what to expect from life, but I wake up and face it any how. Some days are harder than others, but no matter the kind of day I am having I make sure to smile.
Who ever said a smile had to always be accompanied by happiness? Should one even need a reason to smile at all?
I wear a tentative smile across my face daily. I’m not sure why I’m smiling most of the time, I just know it feels good. For a very long time I had forgotten how to smile. I never want to find myself in that place again.
Maybe happiness is not what brings forth a smile but rather a smile that brings forth happiness.
If there is anything I am certain of, it is that I don’t want to spend another letting depression win. If that means smiling without reason then so be it. Sometimes I’m not sure whether I want to smile or cry but I choose to smile anyway.
…Because a tentative smile feels a lot better than a concrete frown…