With a mental illness, happiness is always out of reach. Like the donkey reaching for the carrot on the end of a stick, chasing happiness never brings it any closer. I find myself striving for success and surrounding myself with people which would, for most people, bring one closer to success.
For those with mental illness, 'going for it' and being around a lot of people, exposes your Achilles heel and actually puts a target on it. As you reach, you get knocked back down by people and situations and just life itself. And if you decide to no longer try to achieve and avoid people, you end up alone and unfulfilled. I’m a Ferrari driven to Sunday morning mass.