i'm an artist, i'm the one who made this piece, in case you've not looked at it that's serotonin and dopeimine technically these are the only things you enjoy. This is what nearly everyone is looking for a way to guarantee happiness, a prescription for it even. Since making this I've leaned a fair bit about how these two chemicals work in our bodies.
dopamin , its part of the process of falling in love, is what keeps addicts addicted, yearning for that high, and helps people concentrate so too little is linked to Attention deficit disorder but too much oddly seems related to schizophrenia.
Serotonin, removes anxiety and is more about keeping balance rather than the highs of dopamine. It has several roles, controls craving for carbohydrates and actually helps with growth of certain cells in humans, mostly in our heart.
one thing I finally remembered to Google, serotonin re-uptake inhibitors? What sense does that make? surely if you don't have enough of something what good would it be to stop absorbing it? Well it turns out its like this 90% of the bodies serotonin is in the bowel its main role in the body? To help you poo.
So the tablets stop your body absorbing your own serotonin into your bowel which allows more of it to be floating about your brain. so your serotonin uptake inhibitors though being heralded as the cure for depression in the 90's end up being further proof of the old adage that only you can make yourself happy.
Infact both of these CHEMICALS can not cross the blood brain barrier, so an injections of these two chemicals have unexpected effects. dopamine is used to restart your heart, and an injection of serotonin will actually cause pain, in fact its in wasp stings for this reason.
now i'm no expert, i'm just a gob shite with a love of medical matters. i'm not even a person who has really had to battle depression.
I grew up on an island called martha's vineyard, you may of heard of it Obama holidays there. people call it a playground for the rich and famous. We islanders, people who are brave or stupid enough to stick round for the winter call it a floating mental hospital.
The manic summers give way to a bleak winter where nearly everyone is self medicating. When i was about 12 a friend of my parents built a bowling alley sure that what the island needed was a meeting place with a wholesome activity on offer.
it didn't really work out as it turned out they would really rather sit and home and moan. I think it taught be lot of about how depression works, and even more importantly how to make myself happy, i discharged myself in 1996. however i do still return for holidays.
Last year the prime minister tried to measure the nations happiness, with a tick box form. the results are cheery 75% of the population are at least medium happy in their lives. i got curious how did this compare to other countries, i did find one survey of Americans done earlier this year stating sadly that only one 3rd of the population reported feeling very happy.
one big difference I've noticed in the two places is Americans don't seem to believe there meant to be sad and the Brits don't seem to think that they should be happy. America is Prozac nation and here we all keep clam and carrying on. I think this counts of evidence of what i'm saying, america is lamenting not all being jubullent whilst in England we are just glad most of the population doesn't feel too bad.
I do think that essentially the same problems that are making us sad probably world over.
apparently 80% of the British population feel medium to high that what they are doing is worthwhile. now i have to admit this is not what i'see on a day to day basis, but maybe i 'm just moving in the wrong circles.
If you look at this chart, people are rating there happiness most people working are 10% less happy than the ones who aren't, or those who have let to realize that yeah this is what they are doing with there lives.
Now i'm no better, I do vigorously try and avoid doing anything i don't enjoy, though money would be nice i learned years ago that being paid for things makes me enjoy them less, it somehow sullies the experience. i'm not getting paid to be here now, i'd bet real money that if i was you would laugh less, that is if i'd agreed to do it at all.
I recently bought a kiln, with the intention of making pottery into some kind of day job. its been a saga so far involving 2 kilns,2 Tibetans, 2 local lads one polish boy and some scrappers, and its not over yet. It still needs wiring in and the huge quantity of electric it will use paid for. All the while i love that thing, it almost embodies my freedom but i'm scared that once its all in place i'll go off it once it becomes about money. It would seem the best case scenario would be me only going off it ten percent.
I see a lot of people who claim they will be happy once they get a girlfriend,that new job a bigger house or loose 20 pounds. and they never seem to notice that there happiness never changes and the car didn't fix nothing and the girlfriend actually seemed from the outside to make them miserable, though not as badly as her leaving did.
I would argue that non of these things can be a passion, if these people found something they needed to do the car they drove there wouldn't matter, they might even not mind taking the bus.
One thing I truly believe is that in order to be truly happy you have to allow your self to be sad. I have found a recovery from a period of sadness teaches you a lot about why you where sad and how to prevent it happening again but more importantly what makes you happy. I see a lot of people dulling the sad with booze drugs, s.s.r.is . It ain't fun, and i don't advice wallowing but i think its best to face it head on, feel it cry and nash teeth then figure out what the lessons are on offer. Avoiding it whatever method you use it will go on and on and catch you out no matter where you run.
Think often the goal is not happiness for people, without realizing it they create a state of unsad, which i guess could seem preferable but is nowhere near the same thing as happy.
i think society places quite a lot of value on this unsad state, i don't even mean we are encouraged to consume lashing out for cars and clothes in hopes of filling some emotional void, though we are. I just mean it where we are most comfortable. At a point in my life i was most happy i was spending almost all my time painting, i'd meet friends and have nothing to say, nothing to complain about. I discovered the answer to "how are you" is no more "really, really happy" than it is "fucking depressed"
The response i'd get was a look of deep suspicion and a slightly insincere "that's great" i guess i'm lucky it didn't last long.