I was grateful and content with my life and sorts, I was.
But there was one thing that came in my life and made me happier than ever.
It was ecstasy. When I lost it, I fell off miserably.
I'm not talking about "drugs" here.
I fought hard to stand again, but life isn't the same anymore.
I'm an addict and I am not cheered with what I have.
Many times, God showed me His love. I could peer through it.
I am still grateful. Always. Every second.
But the gratitude can't wash out the dissatisfaction and unhappiness that I'm feeling.
This isn't normal.
Abraham Maslow hierarchy of needs: Belongingness and Love Needs