Joy can be a lost feeling for the person on psychiatric drugs.  These drugs keep us grounded in the present and balances, our emotions and moods.  We live in a tunnel of control so we can function in society. But what happens to the joy?  Where does that feeling go when we are controlled?  

I’ve often been told that the only time I smile is when I’m around my peers.  I guess that is true. I find being in Austin and being around my new friends makes me happy because they too laugh at their “crazy” ways and we find a common thread in which to focus our attention on that only we can relate too.   It is. The knowing that I’m accepted either way brings me a day or week of joy.

Each of us has a journey we have walked down and along the way we have had moments of laughter and a sense of fulfillment.   Some of us have children and grandchildren that we enjoy because they make us remember the days when our innocence was still intact.  But soon after those times are gone, we return to the controlled state of being and functioning. 

I sometimes see myself standing on top of a mountain, with my arms reaching towards heaven and yelling out to God to please help me and my peers to laugh again.  We want our joy to be complete in everyday living and not just a moment here or there. I want it to be a part of who I am and most of all I want to share it with others.  Let’s make each other laugh again, for in laughter there is much healing.