everyone knows the question that has baffled humankind for centuries, which came first, the chicken or the egg?
what about the corollary that deals with depression?
too often I hear for Mary, and most likely in a whiny voice, “i can’t be happy until your happy.” maybe my cycle has gone on as long as it has because of the seeming truth to that statement. i get depressed, so Mary gets sad. Mary waits for me to get happy so she can be happy. meanwhile, I pick up on her down mood which, at best, only keeps me equally depressed or even worse, pulls me deeper. this has going on for far to long and hasn’t seemed to work.
perhaps, we could attempt something new. I suggested exactly that this weekend. i suggested she get happy and maybe she’ll bring me along, kicking in screaming towards happiness. who knows, maybe i’ll go easier than that. maybe by seeing her living her life to the fullest would be exactly what I need to drag me from my quagmire. the worst case scenario here would be a happy Mary and me at status quo. that seems better than our current situation.
tell me about your who found happiness first, you or your sig fig. then tell me about the success or failure of what or who found happiness first.