I don’t want to choose to be unhappy, but it’s much easier to be sad…

What does that mean?

Well, sadly our messed up American Special Education and Adult Services system as mentioned numerous of times, focuses on negatives so of such it’s easier to feel sad than being happy. There are things that make me happy, but I keep it my business. If I ever express any happiness, it can be subject to be questioned by authoritative figures like my mother, my case manager or other related people. And if they show doubt, then you know for sure that I should doubt myself.

Sorry to come off ableist, but I am such a puzzle piece. I don’t understand the reason why it’s so complicated to be “happy”…