
I received an email today. One of those forwards that talks about happiness. There weren't any nauseating birds or sappy music. It was just a paragraph of all the things we've heard before about happiness.
It comes from within. You can't wait for it. It won't happen when you get a better job, meet Mr. Right, buy a new house...
"No object, person, or circumstance will make you happy. You are happy when you decide to be"
Do you know that I know all that?
I'm perfectly aware that happiness comes from within. We just have to decide to be happy. Happiness will flow out from you.
You are happy when you decide to be.
Ok. OKAY!
I know.
So knowing this, does THAT make me happy?
no.
Do I wanna be happy?
yes.
I can't (yes, I know I just said the word "can't") just simply declare "Tomorrow, I'm going to be happy!" and just BE happy.
I don't feel happy. I can see happiness. I know what happiness feels like.
I WANT TO BE HAPPY.
I'm not.
I've been carrying around this ball of gloom and dread right in the center of my soul.
I guess I need to go to the doc and see if he can adjust(?) my meds.
My friends and family don't want to hear about it anymore. They don't really GET it. Don comes pretty close, but I can't burden them with me anymore. I'm not good for anyone like this.
I need somebody to talk to. (Of course, time and money gets in the way.)
When I think back just a few years... when Don and I first knew one another and when he moved here and we married... Who was that person? She felt joy and ambition. Even when I was in that miserable marriage, I had ambition and could feel joy and happiness amidst and in between all the bullshit.
But now. Who is this person? What's become of me? I am not who I used to be or who I want to be......
I'm broken. :-/
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In the meantime I'm concerned about my son. He has a chronic illness that has never been diagnosed. It's a mystery and a long story. He had an especially bad week last week, with a trip to the hospital Saturday morning (his first) that left us discouraged and distraught. (fucking Emergency Care really needs to get their shit together. I don't have a nice thing to say about one person who laid hands or eyes on us. But that's for another day.)
After this past week, I've decided (for probably the 12th time) that I'm making it my life's mission to find a doctor to listen to him.
Where to begin?
I've said it before. I know ... same old story. Time and money. No money; never enough time.
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The feeling of dread and gloom is slightly better after a mild tranquilizer. (hard to believe THIS is tranquil??)
I want wanna pull the covers over my head (freshly washed flannel sheets tonight. ahhhh) and have hubby wrap around me extra tight.
breathe in, breathe out.
I feel just the tiniest of better having written this. That's what I'm here for.
(but if you're out there, i do love my dear readers)
oh. and Happy Birthday to me.