Thank-you for caring. I need/want to be useful. All my years and experience with my mental “foibles” kicks in for the most part and I can deal with life on life’s terms....but some days, weeks, etc....YIKES! Thanks again for reaching out. Makes me feel a part of more than my disease. 🙂 #Smiling
Ok ok I know I know
But I had to its Monday and it's funny you know
😁😀😉😉😉🤣😂😅😉😉😉❤😆😆😆😆 #Laughitsgood #Smiling #Friends #Family #Fun #Mondaymadness #Notrudenever #laughterisgoodmedicine #funnystuff
Good Morning Family
Have you had you cuppa yet today?☕
Just checking I dont want to make you angry 🤣🤣🤣
Coffee has it uses even the cup apparently 🤣☕
Keep smiling Mighty Family laughter is great for the soul.
Love n hugs Tj
❤🤗😘🌸💮💐 #Giggles #CheckInWithMe #giggleswithafriend #coffee #minions #Smiling #Lovenhugs #checkonyourneighbours #Stayinghome #positivementalattitude #Bekind #Selflove #Kindness #Chronicpainwarrior
On good days it is easy, I don't really have to think about it.
On regular days it's a bit hard and I have to remind myself to do it, but I can manage.
On bad days it feels almost impossible, like I have no energy left for this simple task.
What a weird thing isn't it? That such a simple thing can become so complicated?
Not being a person who smiles a lot but wanting to become one. It’s more difficult than one might think. I think non smilers have something deep down that needs-a-fixin, but it’s hard to know what that is. I think to smile and emote joy and happiness is a vulnerable thing for some people and it feels like a loss of control. It sounds strange but I think smiling requires a stoic person to let go and let someone else take control of the emotional environment. It’s a form of submission to the things that offer joy, and though it seems like an easy and desirable choice, there seems to be some deep “default mode” that wells up and wants to say, “that’s not funny/delightful enough.” As though something has to reach some high standard to break the internal feeling of a “clenched fist.” I want to have the lowest standards of what evokes positive emotions instead of holding it in. It feels absurd not to just let myself be impacted by happy things. For me, to react at all is to give up control so it’s mostly those I’m very close with that can make me laugh and feel happiness. I’m sick of this dynamic in myself. I want to laugh and smile at everything. Keeping a tight lid on emotions is not beneficial. I think Family Systems work might help. To say, “hey (part of my brain that resists smiling) if we could just smile at everything and experience joy and laughter safely, what would you rather do instead?”
My father passed away last month, I could not shed a tear, but now I go to the church and say a little prayer. I know he’s in a better place you see, for he had cancer in the fourth degree. Sometimes life just isn’t fair at all, to live so long and to die so wrong. Fair well Papa, until we meet again 🙏 Love, Mary Elizabeth ♾ ##cryingontheinside
#MightyPoets
The reason to walk with your head up! You can't receive or give a smile, lookin at the ground. You can't see any reason to smile, lookin at the ground.
#smile #MightyTogether #Smiling #reasons
So I never thought I'd say this, but I'm 15, and my name is Joe, and somehow I ended up with smiling depression. I've always been the one dude in my whole school that was positive about everything. I always had a smile on my face, and I always thought the best of everything, but when I got home, I would always just stare into darkness and sometimes bawl my eyes out for no apparent reason. Just a while ago, I was on Snapchat looking at a friend's story, and on their story they had a depressing quote saying that you can put on a fake smile but still be the saddest person in the World. I looked the quote up, so that way, I can save it to my gallery, because it was a good quote. And then I found another thing on there called smiling depression. I thought, wait, what if? So I went looked up, smiling , and I came on to this website, and everything I read about it was so true for me. Even at the age of 15, I don't know how, but it happened to me. Everyone in my school says that they're depressed, and they have every reason to be, but I was the one person that said, I had never been depressed, and never would be because I was such a positive person. I always help the people that said that they had , but once I figured out that I did, I had no idea what to think, but then I started connecting the dots, and it was just there, and there was nothing I could do about it. Now that I know what I have, I can finally understand everything, and this is the only time I've ever talked about, it was on this website, I've never been able to tell anybody in person, because I just can't, there's no way I could ever do it, and I've been on the verge of doing it, but I just can't, it just can't happen.#Depression .
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