I’m not sure I’ve ever known and am not certain I will. I can be happy in a moment, but that goes away. Meds help me shrug it off, and I don’t tend to dwell on existential shit like this for long, but like…I dunno that I was cut out for this world, yo.
Also this isn’t a cry for help and im not particularly sad or upset right now, I was just walking one of the pups and thought to myself “if I can’t be happy I’m gonna make sure these fuckers are.”
Climate anxiety makes enduring happiness impossible. There’s a certain degree of stability and safety needed to feel happy and content, but as the earth under earth our feet crumbles, economic precarity rises higher and higher and any remnants of community are destroyed it, there can be no space for happiness.