Life is a series of ups and downs. It will always get better, it will always get worse. It will always seem one way or another.
Individual lives are individual stories, each chapter with a happy ending.
Then we die, and the book ends.
And it all turns out OK.
This was the epiphany I had that allowed me to quit my antidepressants cold turkey almost two years ago. I get depressed still, (as it's a natural side effect of living) but I've mastered this disease called depression, finding it wasn't a chemical imbalance in my brain after all. It was just a combination of a lack of emotion management skills and the fact that I was still a kid, so I had minimal freedom and rights.
And I'm left wondering how many people really do have some chemical imbalance in their brains.