Sometimes lowering your expectations is good for your mental health:

Me before: Gosh it’s a holiday weekend I should be at an outdoor barbecue somewhere with an SO or fiancé on my arm talking about the family we’re going to start after the wedding and I’ll be funny and charming and also 100 lbs lighter in a drop-dead sundress. But I’m not and therefore I have failed at everything ever, have zero worth as a person and will die alone.

Me: *goes through some weird-ass mental health shit, gets some perspective*

Me now: *sitting on the couch in my underwear, happily stoned, browsing the web and pondering what kind of take-out to get after having some kind of kinky, transgressive sex with my best friend* I don’t now about “happiness” but boy wow, intense contentment can be a thing and I have found it.