scared of feeling happy

It was odd.

I slept late, woke up after only three hours of sleep... and I felt good.

Good? Actually, good is an understatement. I was feeling happy.

I stopped believing in letting things happen. Just when I lost my faith in that, things started happening and I am surprisingly liking it.

It's different this time. I felt light.... calm and content. I was happy and there was no added stress to cross it out like before.

It's all good right? ... but I feel like stopping myself from being too enthused...

...because more than anything, I am scared that this kind of happiness might turn out to be short lived again.

*could it be i'm suffering, because i'll never give in?*