Recently I’ve heard everyone talking about happiness. About being happy. How to be happy. But what is happiness? Can you be bipolar and have happiness? What’s the secret to happiness? Once you have happiness, is permanent or is it fleeting?
Personally, I think happiness is over-rated.
Happiness isn’t truly the ultimate goal. There’s absolutely NOTHING WRONG with being happy. I love being happy. But happiness isn’t going to sustain me.
To me, what we should want is to be content. I’m not saying to be content is to SETTLE either. I’m just saying that being happy (in my opinion) is lesser than the peace you can feel in being content with your life. I’m saying, the secret to happiness is to actually be content instead. To learn to embrace and come to terms with bipolar disorder.
I’d say you cannot be depressed (or manic, necessarily) AND happy. I never am. But you CAN be those things and CONTENT.
I think it’s possible to find peace and contentment with bipolar disorder. I may not enjoy the rough times, I never said I did. In fact, I DON’T enjoy them at all. I definitely won’t be happy in pits of depression, but I CAN embrace my bipolarity. I can live with it, even learn to love myself in it, and I can certainly be content with it. Content to work on my bipolar disorder, content that “it is what it is.”
Check out my thoughts here on Embracing Bipolar Disorder in a guest post I wrote for the International Bipolar Foundation’s blog. (Super excited about it).
“There is a classic moment in ‘The Sun Also Rises’ when someone asks Mike Campbell how he went bankrupt, and all he can say in response is, “Gradually and then suddenly.” When someone asks how I lost my mind, that’s all I can say too.”
― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
Good morningnoon from the homestead. I opted to stay home today ’cause hey, I had work with me, and because I felt like it. I’m sort of glad I did — another sneaky wave of dizziness snuck up on me once the family cleared out. It wasn’t that bad though, so yanno… progress in the right direction.
My mood is holding fairly stable, for which I’m grateful. It doesn’t really give a lot to talk about, but that’s okay too. I am definitely enjoying the quiet in my brain. I’m not sure I’ll ever stop enjoying that — it’s just so soothing, peaceful. As if, perhaps, I will some day manage to crack the concept of actually relaxing my poor meatbag self. It’s such a novel concept, hee hee — the average joe doesn’t appreciate how good they have it in that regard!
That isn’t to say that I’m feeling all the way normal, either. Tonight is Stitch ‘n Bitch, and part of me very much wishes to stay hiding here at home and to not operate a motor vehicle. I’m sure it’ll be fine though — I’ve spoon enough to know that I can overcome my brain’s attempts to be panicky in that regard. I might have to resort to making a list to get my brain moving and cooperating, but that’s not exactly a dire thing to write down like… three things.
*makes list exist*
Right then, back to trying to wake up, and then hopefully — do some of the things!
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This is tongue-in-cheek, you do realize?