Am I… happy?

I M23 haven’t been diagnosed but I have definitely suffered to my own imagination of suffering. I was in a deep sadness for a while. I got a dog, met a girl, lost the girl but in all of this I’m learning. I used to act so unforgiving and mean for no reason. Now I choose to be kind and put in effort into that. Not just into other people but myself. Honestly it’s what is really helping me be happy in my life, relying on myself. Of course not the help without god I have fortunately found it makes things bearable. I used to be crushed by own thoughts but now I at least have the confidence to stand with such weight. Im actually working towards something I feel like. I know a continuous effort day in and day out is required but sometimes I get afraid that this is just a facade i put on to right wrongs for my own sake. Even then grateful for that thought because it motivates me to try everyday to be better. Is this peace of mind? If so. Im not against it. It is kind of nice