Obviously, I am happy.

I forgot I even had depression, happiness fooled me. I forgot that I have ever been through that rough episodes. Thinking about depression now does not make sense at all to me.

I am a healthy and happy person – at this very moment. Everything seems perfect. Except for that one moment the other night, I had a fight with my dad. Won’t consider that I snapped that night. Or did I? I cried for 30 minutes, and then, I was happy again. Its normal right? Everyone go through that right?

It’s so confusing. Am I just confused? I am scared.