by skilsaw » Thu Mar 10, 2016 9:08 am
my joy and lightness of life was reduced as I slipped into bipolar illness. I was never the big joker, but I too had a sense of humor. in the darkest moments of group therapy, when what I wanted the most was to cry, I would find something funny to say. The therapist said to never let go of my sense of humor. It would carry me when I might feel unable to stand.
Lately I've been cracking up a new friend with random unexpected and sometimes outrageous statements. She appreciates it and encourages me. Maybe she prodded the crazy kid in her grade 4 class to misbehave. It doesn't matter. I feel great and accepted.
I also let it rip here on the forum. I like it when somebody tells me it helped them. That is what it is all about. Occasionally I have crossed the line, but the moderators here are good and gently bring me back on side. They are not little Hitler's sitting in their mother's basement and feeling powerful because they have an edit button. Ennui, and Oliveira, you are ace!
Now, did I tell you the joke about the two young boys bragging about their dad's ability to eat jello?
On, forget it.
It is not always possible to make someone's discomfort go away.
Sometimes, the best thing we can do is resist the urge to fix it and instead just say, "You, too?"