Life,

so why am I not happy?

↑Had it a long time, don't know the origin↑

I have come a very long way since in 2003 I was homeless, an addict spending all that I could get on drugs and alcohol.

↑Original Meme from a quote↑

Now, I'm basically retired, living fairly well on my disability benefits, I have my own home, a cat, a yard to take care of, a garden for veggies and another for flowers, and yet...
I sleep a lot during the day, and not well at all at night

↑Screen shot from my phone↑

I am a 69 yr old bachelor, set in my ways with PTSD secondary to MST, anger management issues that make me sometimes not the most pleasant fellow to be around.
Is it any wonder than that I have few friends, certainly not anyone who wants to spend time with me, except for His Majesty of course.

And even HE really only cares as long as I dole out food a few times a day.

I'm not saying I'm sad or depressed exactly, but if this is happy, then I'm not really feelin' it.
One of my counselors once said that
"You're not happy because the world and the people in it didn't act like I thought they should."

Well, this IS true, so I guess I should just give up on being happy.

↑Eagle image modified by me↑