Happiness

Tara Stella
1 min readMar 3, 2022

I thought I knew what happiness was. And I also thought I knew what love was. It turns out I was wrong.

I grew up in a very dysfunctional and abusive family. It wasn’t abusive on the physical side, but it was very psychological. I believe that we can say that my parents were also alcoholics. I grew up with a strange definition of love.

I couldn’t truly understand what love meant when I was reading books. Happiness for me was sitting in front of a computer, probably because nobody was abusing me.

In the last two years, I started reading about psychology. I read about Carl Rogers’ theories and what he defines as “true unconditional love”. “On becoming a person” is probably the best book I have ever read. I started craving for the same warmth and love he described in his book. And I eventually found it.

The warmth and love I received from my therapist made me re-evaluate the world I’m currently in. If the love I am experiencing is not love, does the same apply to happiness? What is true happiness then? Will I ever find true love and happiness?

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Tara Stella

Seaplane pilot, in a crush with Airbus 320. IT System & Cloud Architect in real life. ❤️ Linux & OSS since '95. Need coffee. She/Her. 🇮🇹🇬🇧🇮🇪🇪🇺🏳️‍⚧️🌈