“I’m not happy no matter how great my life is doc. In reality I’m in my early twenties in graduate school, having a full ride and working a full time job that I love. I make six figures and have a fiancé who is stunning. Her personality is as beautiful as her face, and her face is that of an angel. It’s not her that makes me unhappy, it’s not my job that makes me unhappy. I’m happy. I mean, I think I’m happy. Like, I tell myself I’m happy and a lot of my times I actually believe that shit, but then I have days like today where I’m lying in bed, or sitting in my car, or even watching a movie with the love of my life where I just think of everything that went wrong in my life. All of the decisions I didn’t make, all of the imperfections that my fiancé has. All of the things wrong with my job. In reality, I hate my job. I hate my fiancé. I hate my life. But like, I’m okay with that, I just want to be happy. My job destroys the environment, the thing that I used to have a passion for. My fiancé tells the same story to me two or three times a week and it just drives me FUCKING crazy. I make more money than I could hope for but I still am checking my bank account constantly because that’s just how I was raised. I just don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t know what else I could possibly do. I’ve tried drugs, hell I drink more than my liver can handle, I just don’t know, doc.”
"Interesting." The doctor said, "unfortunately, our time is up for today, but we will dive into this next week, okay? Please leave the check with the receptionist outside the door."
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“I’m not happy no matter how great my life is doc. In reality I’m in my mid forties and working a full time job that I love. I make six figures and have a wife who is stunning. Her personality is as beautiful as her face, and her face is that of greek goddess. It’s not her that makes me unhappy, it’s not my job that makes me unhappy. I’m happy. I mean, I think I’m happy. Like, I tell myself I’m happy and a lot of my times I actually believe that shit, but then I have days like today where I’m lying in bed, or sitting in my car, or even watching a movie with the love of my life where I just think of everything that went wrong in my life. All of the decisions I didn’t make, all of the imperfections that my wife has. All of the things wrong with my job. In reality, I hate my job. I hate my wife. I hate my life. But like, I’m okay with that, I just want to be happy. My job takes advantage of the poor, the thing that I used to have a passion for. My wife snores at night and it just drives me FUCKING crazy. I make more money than I could hope for but I still can’t afford the things I really want. I just don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t know what else I could possibly do. I’ve tried drugs, hell I drink more than my liver can handle, I just don’t know, doc.”
"Interesting." The doctor said, "unfortunately, our time is up for today, but we will dive into this next week, okay? Please leave the check with the receptionist outside the door."
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“I’m not happy… I make money… I have so many reasons to be happy… here’s why I’m not… I self medicate… I just don’t know doc.”
"Interesting." The doctor said, "unfortunately, our time is up for today, but we will dive into this next week, okay? Please leave the check with the receptionist outside the door."
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“I’m not happy no matter how great my life is doc. In reality I’m in my early thirties and working a full time job that I love. I make six figures and have a girlfriend who is stunning. Her personality is as beautiful as her face, and her face is that of a modern Mona Lisa. It’s not her that makes me unhappy, it’s not my job that makes me unhappy. I’m happy. I mean, I think I’m happy. Like, I tell myself I’m happy and a lot of my times I actually believe that shit, but then I have days like today where I’m lying in bed, or sitting in my car, or even watching a movie with the love of my life where I just think of everything that went wrong in my life. All of the decisions I didn’t make, all of the imperfections that my girlfriend has. All of the things wrong with my job. In reality, I hate my job. I hate my girlfriend. I hate my life. But like, I’m okay with that, I just want to be happy. My job is to imprison those who truly need help, the thing that I used to have a passion for. My girlfriend says the word ‘bet’ when referring to something good and it just drives me FUCKING crazy. I make more money than I could hope for but I still don’t make enough money to make her happy. I just don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t know what else I could possibly do. I’ve tried drugs, hell I drink more than my liver can handle, I just don’t know, doc.”
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST SHUT THE FUCK UP! You just whine and complain, ignoring your unhappiness and going on doing things you think should make you happy because it makes other people happy. Like all you people do is complain about how shitty your life is and how pathetic you are, but you don’t do anything to fucking change it! ‘Oh it’s scary’, bull fucking shit. Life is scary. Life is hard. But life is oh so beautiful if you give it a chance. Life is amazing if you just let go of whatever is making you so unhappy. You hate your job? It goes against what you love? QUIT. Your significant other does things that cause you to question the longevity of that relationship? BREAK UP or at least fucking talk to her about it. You aren’t happy even though you’re fucking rich? Well news flash, MONEY DOESN’T BUY HAPPINESS. Like Jesus Christ, failure is good. Failure is what makes you succeed in the long run. You cannot succeed without failure, actually. Take a risk. Don’t just go for being comfortable. But don’t be a fucking prick about it or else you’ll never be happy.”
“I want a new therapist.”
** I’m not writing this for you, I’m writing this for me to hopefully take my own advice. Thank you for reading.
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