Back To Life

When I was a little girl I remember laughing uncontrollably. I was silly. I loved life. I was happy.  

Over the years my optimism for life continued to grow. There were so many beautiful reasons to be happy.  And I was.  At the tail end of 25 I was a newly married woman, in love with my husband and our new life together.  And then out of nowhere it came;



And it hit me hard. 


It was my 26th birthday. 

I remember my family making a big fuss, desperately wanting me to enjoy every minute of it. Maybe a small gathering would pull me out of the dark hole I had known to call Home for the last few weeks. And so I tried my best to keep a smile on my face and to appreciate the thoughtful gestures being made but the truth was, I was dying inside. What happened to that silly little girl with that zest for life?

No one seems to know the right thing to say, and they tiptoe around the fact that you’re not currently working, you haven’t showered in 5 days and that you’ve literally turned grey. If you’ve ever lived with depression, you know what I mean.

I spent most of the year in a bad mental state. I spent countless hours in therapy and was constantly in and out of doctor’s offices. Each month, I found myself experimenting with a new medication and dose.

A few days out from 27, I looked at my year and remembered nothing but a blur. I felt sad, and angry at my body for taking my 26th year away from me. As the sad and angry feelings weighed heavily on my body I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time.  Determination.  In that moment I realized that the medication and therapy, alone, weren't going to help me. I needed to help myself.  I told myself that I needed one thing to look forward to each day, and as long as I could get out of bed, I could beat this.


The Happiness Project.

I started taking photos of my everyday life. At that time it wasn’t much but it got me excited and for the first time in a long time I saw glimpses of that happy little girl from my childhood.

Over the last few months I created something that I am so proud of. Something that saved my life. Something that I was meant to do. 

At the beginning the happiness project was an outlet for me to release my creative energies into the world. It still is, but it’s also much more. It’s who I am.

In the short timeframe of 4 months, day 1 being the first photo I took leading up to this very day, I have altered my life drastically, for the good.

If you are reading this, don’t feel sorry for me. This is my life, and the path I am supposed to be on. I truly believe that great things come from struggle and that things happen for a reason. There is always a lesson, you just have to find it. And as I watched myself come back to life, here is what I learned:


Find your Happiness.

Whatever it may look like, find happiness, choose happiness, and live happily.  Put yourself first; because you are worth it.  Once you make your self a priority you will walk out of that zone that once provided comfort with your head held high, proud of how far you’ve come.  


Accept Change. 

Change can be scary but I promise you it’s a good thing. Accepting change as a choice is how it starts. Allowing yourself to make those changes willingly will put you in a better place every time.


Always be kind.

You never know what is behind closed doors. Everyday, people are struggling with mental illnesses that inhibit them from doing daily tasks like attending work, grocery shopping, or even having a conversation. Hold your judgement and try to be understanding. Think of others, and always be kind.




Makayla Nelson
I Found Happiness

I'm sitting here in disbelief that this could be my career.  A few months ago I was very unhappy with my life through the lens of the corporate world.  At 27, I thought I would be more.  I thought I would be successful, busy and loving what I did every day of the week.  This was not the case.  There I was, chasing the 9-5 grind at a job that I just didn't love.  

So, for my sanity I started persuing dreams outside of my day job.  Thus, The Happiness Project began.  After struggling with a mental illness that crippled my creative worth I decided it was time for me to find a "hobby" that would act as my creative outlet.  Whether the content I was creating was good or bad, it was mine and it made me happy.  

Fast forward 50 days.  Here I am writing a blog post on a newly created website for my business.  Yes, you read that right.  A BUSINESS.  Crazy, I know.  It all happened so quickly and like a big kid butting the line for the next ride on the merry-go-round it ruffled my metaphorical feathers.  I was confused and scared to put myself out there.  But more than that, I was extremely proud, inspired, and focused. 

And just like that I am here, ironing out the next few days, months, and years of what The Happiness Project will become.

Stay Tuned.



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