This came out of the silence. When I was at my most unwell, the people I'd counted on stepped back — no calls, no plans, just an empty screen and a house too quiet. I learned the hard way how to survive alone, and there were nights I wasn't sure I would. Happiness Was a Lie is the ache of reaching for friends who were no longer there — and the truth underneath it: that I'm still here, cracked open but holding on, still believing I might one day find my way back to a room full of love.