For these few weeks I’ve seen countless friends and acquaintances post across social media the 100 Days of Happiness challenge.
I contemplated doing it too, and then thought, nope.
I fully get that it’s a motivational thing. Every day you post a photo, that gives you a reason to be happy. For 100 days. In a row.
100 days in a row of being happy?
If I get a few happy days in a row then great, but I’ve come to realise over the last few months that it’s ok to be unhappy every now and again. It’s ok to be sad. To be miserable. To be angry.
You cannot be happy all the time. Trying to make yourself be happy for 100 days in a row?
This project just seems like it’s setting people up to fail.
Even the site itself has a phrase of “people successfully completing the challenge” gives you an idea that not everyone is successful and people, do in fact, fail.
For someone with a mental health issue like PND and PTSD, it’s an unrealistic project.
What happens if a loved one passes away? Or you lose your job? Become a victim of fraud?
The sentiment is nice and I fully get the idea of wanting to be happy and upbeat and positive. However, when I have a low day, or a day where someone has pissed me off to the point of seeing red, will my mind have a set back because it’s a day where I’ve not been “happy”?
Your emotional health is a complex thing, and if you’re already fragile, why would you want risk the possibility of disappointment in an unachievable goal?
Will you have a sense of failure and disappointment if you have a few shitty days?
Maybe some people are emotionally strong enough to just brush it off, and carry on.
Me? I am not.
So, instead I’ll just be thankful.
Thankful for a day that I get through, with my emotions in check.
Thankful for a day I get through in good spirits.
Thankful for what I have.
Thankful for the close family and friends supporting me.
Thankful that I don’t have to worry about failing to be happy for 100 days in a row.