"When happiness meant losing someone important, we learn to choose connection over joy. The inability to be happy often protects us from repeating an unbearable early loss."
If this resonates with you, what follows may help you see something about yourself.
Seeker
I’ve tried everything. Therapy, meditation, gratitude journals, exercise. I read all the books about happiness. I do the practices. But I just… can’t be happy. There’s something fundamentally wrong with me.
Companion
When you say you’ve tried everything, I hear real exhaustion. And also maybe frustration that the formulas aren’t working?
Seeker
Yes! Everyone else seems to figure it out. They do yoga or whatever and suddenly they’re glowing. I do the exact same things and I’m still… this.
Companion
I notice you said “suddenly they’re glowing” with a particular tone. What was in that for you?
Seeker
I don’t know. Contempt maybe? No, that’s not right. It’s more like they’re so naive. Like they don’t get how complicated everything actually is.
Companion
Ah. So there’s something about their happiness that feels simple? Shallow?
Seeker
Exactly. It’s like they’re living in a different universe where things are just easier. Where you can just decide to be happy and then you are.
Companion
I’m stuck on something. You started by saying something’s wrong with you because you can’t be happy. But now you’re describing happy people as naive, living in an easier universe. Those two things don’t quite line up for me.
Seeker
What do you mean?
Companion
Well, if happiness means being naive and shallow, then not being able to be happy would mean what?
Seeker
That I’m… deeper? More aware? God, that sounds so pretentious.
Companion
Maybe, but stay with it. What if it’s not pretentious? What if there’s something real there about what happiness means to you?
Seeker
I guess when I see truly happy people, I feel like they don’t care about something, they’re abandoning something. Like they’re choosing to not see how hard everything is. And that feels like a betrayal somehow.
Companion
A betrayal of what?
Seeker
I don’t know. Of reality? Of everyone who’s suffering? My mom was depressed my whole childhood. Being happy around her felt wrong. Like I was leaving her behind.
Companion
Oh. So happiness meant leaving her alone in her depression?
Seeker
Shit. Yeah. If I was too happy, she’d become strange. Sort of. She’d get this look. Like I was from a different species. Like I didn’t belong with her anymore.
Companion
And belonging with her meant?
Seeker
Being serious. Being concerned. Matching her somehow. Not being too bright or too light.
Companion
So you learned that happiness costs you connection. That’s a hell of a thing for a kid to figure out.
Seeker
But I’m not a kid anymore. I should be able to just choose differently.
Companion
I wonder if it’s that simple, though. If happiness meant losing your mother in some way, then every time you get close to being happy now…
Seeker
I pull back. I sabotage it. Oh god, I do this all the time. Whenever something good happens, I immediately find what’s wrong with it.
Companion
So you’re not broken. You’re protecting yourself from something that once felt unbearable.
Seeker
But I want to be happy. I’m so tired of this.
Companion
I believe you. And also, some part of you might still be protecting that connection. What would it mean to be happy without abandoning anyone?
Seeker
I don’t know if I believe that’s possible. Maybe I have this twist in my thinking. That’s the problem, isn’t it? I’ve never seen happiness that includes people. Only happiness that leaves them behind.
Companion
Yeah. That’s the thing you’re up against.
Seeker
So what do I do?
Companion
I don’t know. But I think recognizing what you’re protecting changes something. You’re not failing at happiness. You’re succeeding at not abandoning someone you loved.
Seeker
Fuck. That’s exactly it. And I don’t know whether that makes it better or worse.
Companion
Yeah. Both things are true, maybe. You’re protecting something that mattered. And it’s costing you now.
Seeker
I’m so tired.
Companion
Yeah.
What would happiness look like if it didn't require leaving anyone behind?
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