But sometimes I wondered if happiness was recapturable, if it was fluid or if it was more solid state. Something you either had or didn’t, something that could be yanked away. That same counselor would’ve said it lived in us, I was sure, that we were each responsible for our own well-being. I wondered if he’d ever had everything he knew taken away, though, whether he’d ever felt like he was constantly trying to dig himself out of a hole someone else had dropped him into.
