When have you been the most happy?

I was in his arms. It wasn't that, really, that made the moment, but it was icing on the cake. I had just gotten to college, and was about to give up on a major in music therapy. The intro class was just not going to work out that well, the teacher did not think I could cure anything with it, it was only a treatment, she wouldn't look at it any other way, and just generally she was resistant to any of my thoughts or views. And I was about to fail her class, with no hope of return, and very little hope of being able to try again. It was looking essentially the end of my hopes to use my music and my psychology together, in what I felt was a very natural calling. I hadn't gotten into music school, the reason I had come to that particular university in the first place, I had canceled a record deal because the publisher just couldn't seem to understand that not all music had to have a strong bass drum beat to sell, and I certainly wasn't going to add drums to my songs- especially "Weary". It's too close to me, and anyway very inappropriate for drums. My math class, a subject in which I had never gotten below an A on in my life, was suddenly getting almost failing test grades. I had hurt my head pretty badly a little while before, in the back left, and as such my sight was being impaired... I was thinking at the time. I was looking at not being anything that had defined myself so much before. I was the counselor and people weren't seeking me out anymore. I felt worthless. I remembered my aunt telling me I was, reminding me how I was less than the dogs, how I was to blame for my uncle's heart attack, how I was a rebellious miscreant and didn't deserve to have kids in the future, how she wouldn't wish that on any innocent life such as a baby's... it kept going.... and the guilt left over that was self-imposed... survivor's guilt.... I had been the one they came to for permission to pull the plug on my dad... I was alone. Add to this the fact these insecurities made me feel like my boyfriend didn't deserve me, like he deserved something better. I wondered why he stayed. It made me worry constantly that he was about to break up with me, and was just waiting for a more delicate time, like the last one. And then there was the thing I perceived as the ultimate failing in myself, that if he found out he would leave for sure on the account of- something so strong that I had never shared it with anyone before.