High on misery?

I always hear people talk about being high on life. If I am to be honest, I do not have much of a life. I spend most of my day playing with my dogs, doing school work online, and reading a book now and then. This all depends on the season however. When it's warm out I am outside as much as humanly possible while still getting my coursework done.

I do not understand what it means to be high on life. I do however feel I am high on misery.

Okay... Not exactly high on misery, but the fact that I am no longer miserable. I love my life, as dull as it might sound to others. Yes I am sick, yes I get bored and restless, but I am happy, safe, and content.

I spent a childhood not knowing who was going to hurt me next, physically,mentally, emotionally, and yes sexually. Even though they will deny it to their deaths, I was even molested by my own sisters at a point in my childhood. Of course at the time I did not know better, but I do remember threats against my life if I told our parents. So, yeah, BIG red flag.

I cried myself to sleep at night because I had no hold on happiness, only misery. I knew what I wanted happiness to be, and sure was not what I had.

So now, I have a safe happy home. A adorable, loving husband who will do whatever it takes to make me happy. A mother-in-law who has done more for me in the last 12 years them my birth mother has done my entire life. I have found happiness, and I would not know it if was not for my misery.