Sitting on a curb, tears streaming down my face, the sunrise in the distance. Alone, cars passing by, an empty mind with nothing but bad thoughts. I had really done myself in this time.

This wasn't just your average bad morning. This was much more than anything I had ever felt before. This was complete and overwhelming realization of the fact that I had lost myself.

I began to question my existence, my purpose, my life on this earth. I began to question every thing, until one question popped in my head?

Who am I? The answer was "I don't know."

So what did I do? I asked for help. Because enough was enough. The time had come to where I knew I needed someone's help, besides my own.

You see for the past 23 years of my life I had been so concerned with making everyone else happy that I never thought that I deserved the same. I expected someone to make me feel that way.

That's not how happiness works. That's not how life works.

Happiness is a feeling of euphoria. A feeling that one can only achieve by themselves. No one can make you truly happy until you're happy with yourself. People often chase it and jump into friendships or relationships because that other person makes them happy.

But what about when you're alone?

Are you happy?

Is that enough?

No. Happiness means loving yourself more than you can ever love anyone else. Happiness means accepting yourself for who you are and learning to be okay with it. Happiness means more to me than it means to you.

I found happiness when I hit rock bottom. I found happiness when I lost my way, my heart, my friends, my family and every other person that cared about me.

Because happiness began with loving me.