Like actually joyous? Nothing ever makes me feel happy. At best, I can feel contented. If anyone were to look at my life from the outside, I would seem to be happy. I have friends, 2 beautiful DC, a great flexible job and nice home and lovely DH. I just don’t ever feel anything. When I see my children happy I feel content but never more than that. I wake up every morning and my first thought is ‘not again’. The closest I come to feeling happy is when I ‘achieve’ something but that’s obviously not sustainable or relaxing.
To avoid a drip feed, I’ve had therapy for PTSD from an extremely abusive relationship but that was years ago and I think it’s behind me. I don’t feel constantly anxious as I did in those days, just a bit numb.