Finding happiness is easy to some, but happiness is subjective. It costs more than anyone can fathom because the very things that make you feel even the highest high in the moment can also bring you crashing down in the next.
Not all of us want to stay unhappy.😐
Another mental illness I have is that I believe people can’t possibly be comfortable with lying all the time. I imagine the energy to lie and realign stories is too immense for it to be pleasurable. Well, lying is in fact pleasurable for many. And they have endless energy for it.
I genuinely live my life assuming the best intention(s) from others. It catches me off guard when people are malicious towards me. Learning to take it personally though
For non-Zambians who want a translation:
“When you come to my house, come with respect. Because I don’t want for talking talking, for talking talking brings for the mouth”.
You’re welcome 😭