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What does it mean to be happy?

When I was younger, I struggled to be apart of society. I wanted to be the girl that everyone spoke about, the girl that everyone wanted to be friends with, the girl that all the boys wanted, the girl who could work all day and party all night. In this, I unintentionally created a personal turmoil for myself because I was not that girl. I didn't have a relatively normal life, mostly sitting in hospital consultation rooms or having a needle in my arm to test me for another possible thing that could disrupt the normal life I had already lost. I just didn't fit in - I couldn't just go out because I would either suffer severe medical repercussions for doing so and my anxiety of this happening lead me to make excuses not to go out and socialise. When I returned to academia in 2014, the waves of liberation from taking a step outside my door and entering a new world alone was nothing short of intoxicating. I began making friends and flourishing in the social community. But I wasn…

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