I was misled on what constitutes a happy place. Most of my experiences with happy places were guided meditations which, well, helped you create your happy place based on their suggestions.
I would find myself excited at 5pm every Friday. The work week would be over, and the weekend would be here. The weekend was my free time to do whatever I wanted to do—sleep in, get stuff done around the house, or do something fun. I was the manager of my time.
June days were filled with much family and friend time, but I snuck in some me time with reading and knitting soap socks (shower favor). Work, and then eventually home life, took my anxiety to a higher level; working with therapist and doctor to understand the causes (therapist thinks ADHD and executive functioning pushed too far with all the activities; doctor has ordered testing).