My happiness occurs too often under false pretences or short lived moments. That’s why I find it too hard to accept these days, don’t get me wrong I laugh often and I smile every day, that’s purely because I deserve to. But when I get down to it, happiness is within my reach, but I am just too scared to reach out.

I came home today, and my mum told me after having tests it’s been confirmed that the cancer throughout her body is down 50%. Amazing, right? It’s just the tip of the ice burg for an amazing week. So why do I feel scared to accept it?

Maybe it’s because last time, it didn’t last. Maybe it’s a lack of faith, or maybe a lack of hope. Maybe it’s all of the above. Either way, I still feel like a scared little child.