What is Happiness? – Thoughts while Self-Therapising.

What is Happiness? – Thoughts while Self-Therapising.

So, I stopped proper therapy in November of last year. I did this because I didn’t think I needed it anymore. I do still have moments, like most humans, when I struggle a bit or have an idea that feels like I should discuss it in therapy. So, using David style logic, which is the only logic I really know how to use, I decided I would give self-therapising a go. Like many of my posts, this is me thinking out loud, but as always, if it can help anyone else along way (or if anyone else wants to help me by providing the seeds of an idea that can be planted in the fertile soil of my mind) then all good.

I have had this thought stuck in my head for a little while. What is happiness these days? I got this idea due to people’s predilection on Facebook to say something along the lines of, and in true Garfield mode ‘Argh. It’s Monday.’ On a slight side note, does anyone else feel bad for Mondays? Mondays take a lot of stick for being the day most people go back to work on, but this isn’t really Mondays fault. I am confident it was not at the meeting when this was decided and therefore is an unwitting recipient of vitriol through no fault of its own.

Still, all that aside, people seemed really bummed out about Mondays. This makes me sad. I don’t like people not being happy. As a former depressive, it sucks to think other people are feeling down. So, I got to thinking. Are people happy in their jobs? I am guessing not if they dread going to work so much they take it out on poor little old Mondays. As usual, there is no judgement here. I spent four years in a job I hated that pretty much gave me two nervous breakdowns and it took me way longer to leave than it should have.

So, if people are in jobs they don’t like are they earning money to make them happy? Maybe. I don’t know. I am not currently earning that much money at the moment, but when I do hit the big time, I am so getting the Butler I have always wanted. Don’t worry, I will be nice to him. His chief job will be to bring me Martinis on a silver tray and make Jeeves style comments on my misadventures.

I do love the East/West divide on whether money brings happiness. I am sure it can but I guess it can make people unhappy too. I think of it in the same way I think of guns. Money itself isn’t bad, it is what people do with it that makes the difference. I believe I will become mega-rich to find out if it makes me happy. If not, I can alway give it away to charity. Win win right?

What about relationships and love? They must make people happy for sure? Again, maybe, maybe not. Divorce rates are through the roof. This might be to do with people getting in dumb relationships in the first place. I can speak about this with authority. I was single for five years as I was ok with being single rather than being with someone for the sake of being with someone. You should have seen the size of my right arm.

I am lucky enough to be in a great relationship right now. I am very happy. Sadly, I feel really bad about being depressed during parts of the relationship as it now feels douchey to not have appreciated it more. I am making up for it now though. Which is why my other half is getting a top notch dinner tonight. I say top notch, it is home made turkey burgers, but it will be made with love. Well, made with turkey mince, burger buns and love, but you get the idea.

Perhaps it is not thinking that I need to be happier in the first place? Hmm, I kind of like that. Maybe, it is by appreciating what is actually in our lives that makes us happy and not constantly searching for more things to make us happy when we are already happy that is the key? Or is the key for me. This is my self-therapising session after all, so you can either see a proper therapist, self-therapise or if you are beyond the boundaries of fear, get me to therapise you to figure that out for yourselves.

I can’t remember where it is from, but a line is coming to me now.

‘I am exactly where I need to be right now.’

That seems a good place to be and the proof that particular pudding is that I am happy with where I am. I know it doesn’t seem like much to others, but it seems a lot to me. I am indeed a humble bumble. I am also clearly a very tired bumble as I just wrote ‘humble bumble’ and my brain can’t think of anything better. So, on that note, it is time to end our session. Which is lucky as I need to go and make turkey burgers now.

Oh, I thought I would leave you with a silly joke in order to promote some happiness.

Q: Why are pigeons always starting revolutions?

A: Because they go around saying ‘coup coup’ all the time.

Take care buddies,



About davidmbeecroft

Hello and welcome to my blog. Please feel free to have an explore. My name is David Beecroft. I am 38 years old. I co-founded and ran a small scale touring theatre company called Screwed & Clued in 1998. I went on to tour the Canadian Fringe Theatre Festival circuit over the following five years. I have written six original plays, the last ‘The Poe Show’ won a Best in Fest award at the 2014 Ottawa Fringe Festival. I worked in a social care setting for ten years and now work in a special needs school. I have sent my first novel off to agents and considering self-publishing if that does not work. I co-host a radio show on Surrey Hills Community Radio called Daves of the Week where we feature charities for a six week period. I live with my fiance and two pet Degus. I started this blog when suffering from depression and attending therapy, so a large part of this blog was about my experience and thoughts of that. Since then I am in a much better place and I write about life after depression and how I stay (or try to) ahead of it happening again. I also like to look at the happier sides of life and try to put a positive spin on serious subjects.

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