• Music. All music. Everything to do with music. Music is my happiness. My happy place. It makes everything a little less terrible.

• Reading. I could read forever. It takes me away. Stops the anxiety. The overthinking. I get to be someone else for a while.

• Art. Drawing and painting saves me from my own head.

• Writing. I write everything down. Helps with the clutter and mess of webs that are my brain.

• Running. The time when I just focus on breathing. I focus on being happy. I focus on anything but the shit.

• Movies. All movies. I LOVE MOVIES. Watching them alone or with people. Doesn't matter.

• Solo dance parties. They're when I feel most confident. Alone, in my room, laughing at myself and singing my heart out.

• Singing. Silly or serious. It's like my soul gets to breathe.

• Driving. Anywhere and everywhere. Short car rides or long ones.

• Taking photos of the sky. Sunsets or no sunsets. I always smile, because beautiful things don't ask for attention.

• Pulling my left leg up onto the seat while I'm driving. Random. But lovely.

• Reading old text messages from people who mean the world to you; the sorta messages that bring you back from the edge.

• The way the closest people in our life have a specific smell. You catch a whiff and you feel like nothing in the world can ever feel safer.

• Photographs of people laughing. Not the cheesy, posed photos, but the genuine, unexpected, captured moments.

• The feeling of sweat running down your face and legs and body after you worked out so hard you can't breathe.

• Adding a new song to my favorite playlist. Music is important. Good music is life saving. And it feels incredible when you find a song worthy of being added to your favorite collection of songs.

• That blurry, groggy feeling when you first wake up in the morning. You forget your surroundings. Your mind is calm.

• Joking. Having people in your life who joke with you. Make fun of you. Make you laugh so hard you forget everything else.

• Learning the things that make people smile. The small smile. The almost smirk but less mischievous.

• Being there for anyone and everyone. When it's 2pm and they are having a blast and want to tell you about it or when it's 4am and they are crying to you about how hard life and love and everything else is.

• Laughing so hard you cry - bawl - turns into crying so hard that you forget why you started in the first place. And when it's over you feel the most amount of relief you've ever felt.

• Writing letters. To friends. Family. Anyone you deem worthy. Telling them their importance. Sharing a story. Asking them a lot of questions in hopes that you'll receive a written response. Letters are so simple. They mean everything.

• Telling people you're favorite things about them. Watching as that shy smile crawls across their face. Knowing what you said meant something.

• Sharing my favorite books with my favorite people. Letting them write in it the way that I do and getting to read what made them feel something. Like getting to see inside their soul.

• Hearing someone's heartbeat. Someone you care about. And not even that you're "in love" with them. Just simply hearing the thing that keeps us all alive. Broken or not. It's the most important. When you hear it, it blows my mind. It's so close to the surface and so strong, yet so fragile. I don't think it gets enough recognition, again, beautiful things don't ask for attention.

• And lastly, which is unexpected for me, but hugs. Hugs from the right people. Where you fit perfectly. It's never awkward. You feel safe and calm and the entire world seems to stop. When I feel that way. That's by far my favorite thing.