Happiness or wellbeing?

happiness, meaning, wellbeing

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Are you well? Are you happy? Can you be one without the other? And what is the difference anyway?

Kahneman and Riis explain that our sense of happiness is affected by two factors: how positive we feel right now (‘experienced’ happiness) and how positive we feel our life has been overall (‘evaluated’ happiness).

Wellbeing is more complex. It is a concept that incorporates happiness but also involves our perceived ability to function successfully in the world. How much control do you feel in life? How much meaning do you derive from life? How much do you feel that what you are doing matters?

Wellbeing is about good feelingandgood function. This is why Positive Education and Positive Psychology are, ultimately, focussed on developing wellbeing.

But don’t dismiss happiness itself. Remember that happiness, in its own right, is linked to better health, greater productivity, reduced depression, stronger relationships, and…

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Not Everyone Wants to Be Happy

advice , goals , happiness , psychology , psychotherapy

Therapy Thoughts

One of the most common goals people express is their desire to be happy.

As Americans, our Declaration of Independence speaks to our  right to the “pursuit of happiness” ie our RIGHT to chase whatever our subjective happiness may be. We have a right to PURSUE happiness but obtaining it is not a given.

As a culture, we spend boatloads of money trying to figure out what EXACTLY personal happiness means to us. For Americans, happiness is almost an OBSESSION. The desire for it is woven into the fabric of our culture but in other parts of the world happiness is held in less esteem.

Often people turn to counseling with the objective “to be happier” at the end of the treatment process. Many of us search for happiness like the holy grail.

But happiness as a goal is not desired by all. The truth is not everyone wants to…

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Feeling Like I’m Disappearing

Anxiety, Boundaries, Depression, Disability, Disappearing, Expectations, Family

Diary of an Emotional Wreck

I wonder if anyone else ever feels this way?

Lately, I feel as if I’m losing myself, as if I’ve lost myself. I don’t feel like a person anymore, but the services I perform for my family. I’m a cook, housekeeper, a dishwasher, etc.

My husband works in a factory, I’m disabled so I’m at home. Even though I’m disabled, it’s become my responsibility to take care of everything at home. I cook, wash dishes, do laundry, all the housework, most of the yard work, take care of the pets, balance the checkbook and take care of finances. I literally serve my husband his dinner in his recliner nightly. On top of all of that I manage my son’s social services and now my husband wants me to get a part time job to help bring money into the house. I don’t feel like a person anymore, I feel like…

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When Depression Makes You Feel Helpless

Bipolar Depression, bipolar disorder, bipolar one, depression, depression cycles, mental health, Mental Health Recovery, mental illness

The Bipolar Writer Mental Health Blog

Depressed & Alone

My last depression cycle, which started in January and didn’t end until late February.

Despite the feelings that I had to deal with during the cycle, coming out of the fog has really helped me reflect on my feelings during this turbulent time. One sense that seems to always be intensified when I am dealing with depression–being alone in this fight.

I know “in this fight” I have all of my fellow mental illness suffers that I can turn to when I am depressed, and I always do by writing blogs to make connections. Depression has been my oldest companion in this life, and it is the longest relationship that I have ever had (granted it is one of those on again, off again things.) Depression always leaves me with thoughts about being alone.

When life is good and depression is on the back burner, my life…

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When Everyone Abandons You

abandonment, anger, C-PTSD, CPTSD, depression, disconnected, Loneliness, mental health, mental illness, PTSD

The Bipolar Writer Mental Health Blog

A realization came to me in mid-December. Someone I was close to, had spoken to almost every day for a year and a half, began ignoring me. It was easy to notice. I stepped away from all social media not wanting to be reminded that I’m being ignored. Maybe I said something that bothered this person. I apologized the next day, but they never responded. The realization I had, no one outside of work contacted me for almost a week. No one. Apparently, this person was my only friend. I told a coworker my situation and they helped me put things in perspective.

I moved from depressed to angry. I didn’t know the situation, but I felt used. I’ve had enough people ditch me because I didn’t give them what they wanted anymore. This felt like the same thing. So, I sent a message three days after my apology message…

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Anxiety Sucks – we can do this together.

anxiety , bipolardisorder , blogger , coping , depression , family , mentalhealth , mother , ukblogger

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Have you ever had an anxiety attack? I have. It’s not a pretty sight. At all! If not, well let me try and explain it to you in the best way I can. Have you ever felt like your head is screaming for you to do something but you can’t physically move? You feel sick with worry, your hearts pounding at a thousand miles an hour and your sweating balls. Breathing? What’s that… you can’t catch your breath back at all. It’s like running at the speed of light and trying to recover afterwards. In that split moment, with all that going on. You genuinely feel like your about to die.

That for me is my explanation of what I feel when I have a panic/anxiety attack. It’s nasty and it takes alot out of you. I’ve had times when I can’t even see people. I LOVE going to the…

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Fucking Revenge Thought

Depression, Hope, Love, Pray, Stranger, Thought

Dancing Brain

I just saw you from a distance, actually not seeing, we are connected only through media chat for the last time. All the agony that I poured out at that time really backfired that killed me right now. Impingement of resentment from 3 years waiting without contact really made me like a C4 bomb. You are my light, I swear.

Remember the first time we met after 3 years broken up? You’re still the same, still sick (in good sense). You are my escape, from a insoluble labyrinth of  thoughts, from a never-resolved array of puzzles, from a body without a heart. And you never really understood that feeling even though I explained it as clearly as the moon at night.

Some of me think it’s the part of you that I love the most, and some of the things I hate the most. Yes, because I really don’t…

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