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There was a time when happiness came easily, when I was content with who I was.

As a kid, weekends meant disappearing for hours in my room.

My table would fill with unfinished crafts and notebooks filled with diary entries.

I didn't think much about it.

I just knew that when I was surrounded by the things I loved, I felt at peace.

But as I grew older, that feeling faded into the past.