I was born a Pessimist. I was one of those, who did not believe in God or Love or being Happy. It just seemed easier to be sad than to be happy. There were a million reasons to be shit sad and I simply embraced all of them. I was treated for depression from early childhood till mid teens. In my early twenties, when my husband proclaimed his love to me, I am supposed to have asked him, “How do you define love?” Gosh! Who does that!?!. The good news is that the above para is written in past tense. It is all over and way behind me. The only…