How often do you stop, drink in the moment, and realise that you’re happy? For me, it’s not something I usually do enough. But right now, I can’t help but think it on a daily basis. I’m supremely, ridiculously, smugly happy. No apologies. The problems that used to make me reach for the fluoxetine or citalopram haven’t gone away (in fact, they’ve probably got worse) … Continue reading The Happiest Girl in the World