Try thinking of all the happy things in your life.
My sister wrote this poem age:8
Happiness
Happiness is purple.
It smells like home-made sugar cookies
baking in the oven.
It looks like a rainbow brightening up a
dark, gloomy afternoon.
It tastes like watermelon bubble gum.
It sounds like a baby cooing with a bright, little smile.
Happiness feels like sand going between my toes on a warm summer day.
Happiness.
I hope this poem got to your insides and gave them a hug.