You don't even know the power of your mind, do you?

If you decide to do something, really decide, you can do it.

I wasn't born a happy person.

I grew up in a fairy tale land. Daydreaming the day away. A lot of my childhood memories consist of me and my imagination. Honestly. When I slipped into reality I was sorely disappointed and unhappy, angry even, with my life. *shrug*, I don't know, I guess I was just a kid with way high expectations. I was really intent on being independent and grown up, even at age six. What a pain that must have been for my mother! An argumentative, bossy, little adult-child. No, happy is not what I would have called myself. When my mom re-married I truly became unhappy. Sure, we can recount times of genuine happiness, but over the course of an average day I was usually just unhappy. Angry, most often. I constantly felt that life was so unfair. Looking back I have no idea why on earth I thought that but I definitely reveled in it. I looked for reasons to be angry and to fight. Who does that?! I don't know if it was my personality by nature or the way I was raised or my circumstances or an unfortunate combination. Regardless, I was a bitter little human being. And all the while I hated who I was. I hated life and hated myself for hating it. Around fourteen it just crashed in. I spent the next three or four years, basically all of high school, loathing myself and trying to figure things out. It was an exhausting, depressing process. From fourteen to eighteen I'd say I was more depressed than angry. But, still, unhappy.

So, I changed.

It was gradual at first and then all at once. That's the thing about leaving home, you get to re-invent yourself. I mentally erased everything and all that I was and decided I would be, above all else, happy. You see, once you truly, deeply understand the strength of your will power, you can do anything. There are days you slip up. Every once in a while I wake up angry at everything, absolutely everything, for no explainable reason whatsoever. But, you get back up. You re-focus and keep pushing forward. And it's hard sometimes, because there are those who stubbornly perpetuate the old label of who you were. My dearest sister knew me best in the prime of my unhappiness. And she can't let it go. No matter how many times I tell her that I'm a happy, positive person, she laughs in my face. I'm still mean and emotional in her mind. There will always be people like that, people who keep their opinions static. But, you know what?
I'm happy.
I am a happy, happy, happy person. Honestly. Ask anyone that knows me now. I've transformed myself into a naturally happy, enthusiastic person.

So...

What's stopping you from becoming all you've ever wanted to be?