Is it possible to have a severe mental illness and still be a happy person? Much of what I have heard recently from people with bipolar or some other mental illness asks that question. Perhaps because of the holiday, perhaps because of the economy, perhaps for many other reasons so many people seem to be having so much trouble. Therapists will tell you part of living with mental illness is learning to deal with loss. But what do you say to someone whose biggest fear is that his biggest loss is the loss of any chance of happiness?
I have a lot of ideas about things I want to say on this topic, but I want to hold off for now. I will write a followup post to this later. What I would really like to do is to hear from some readers. What do you think? Can happiness and mental illness co-exist? What is your experience? What are your answers?
Look forward to hearing from you.