I knew someone once who was seriously bipolar, among other problems she had, who would be telling me in all earnestness right now that I might want to consider lithium or some equally scary drug.<\/p>\n
I’m feeling much better now than I was a few days ago. It almost feels…happy. But is this what happy people feel like, or is it just relief that the tide of feeling utterly alone and worthless has receded?<\/p>\n
Despite having just spent $1,142.10 to get my car fixed yesterday, I was in a pretty good mood as I drove home, in rush hour traffic, along a route I hadn’t been down in probably a good five years. The flowers were blooming, my car was fixed, there was good music on the radio, albeit on a number of stations around the dial, the sun was out and it was warm enough to open the window a little. <\/p>\n
It didn’t matter that the guy in the SUV cut me off in traffic, or that someone wanted to make an illegal U-turn and that was backing everything up, or that my country seems to determined to make me a second class citizen, or that I could stand to lose a few around the middle. I felt light, and sweet, and like smiling for no reason at all. Everything was OK, and would be OK. <\/p>\n
And I started to wonder, is this how self-professed “happy” people feel all the time? And what can I do to make this last? <\/p>\n
It’s a wonderful thing when the world is a welcoming, shiny place, when a set-back is something that I can look at and go “well, that didn’t turn out quite like I thought” and move on rather than have it settle on me with the equivalent weight of a cinder block.<\/p>\n
I’m going to try to remember that feeling, remember how large and alive I felt, and to hold on to it for the next time I feel myself start to slide into the pit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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