It doesn't make me happy, it's nothing more than an easy way out. It makes me happy when I go out and push myself and get a panic attack, but am able to work my way through it and be fine because I feel acomplished afterwards and I know I'm getting closer to conquoring my anxiety dissorder... But sometimes I don't have the energy for that, so I quit, and sleep, and wait until I'm stronger enough to handle my shit head on.