admit it

So I've finally decided. And I guess I'm happy. No, scratch the guess. I am.

I'll admit I went through the worst stage of depression. I'll admit I'm still having traces of it. I'll admit a part of me might always wonder if I did the right thing.

The self-doubts are a part of me. I've always done that. Second guessed myself till I've lost sight of reality.

Well, not this time... And, ignoring it? Even I'm not that stubborn. So screw the doubts.

Because I'm moving on and I'm living. Being happy is not something I would freely admit to being. But, at this point, I admit I am.