An old collection of short stories from Ray Bradbury is titled, A Medicine for Melancholy. I find it to be one of the most intriguing titles I’ve yet to discover. What if there was a magical medicine that could make an individual forever happy? Would we all try to get our paws on the stuff? Perhaps some would be skeptical and refuse to take their medicine. Yet others might take more than their prescription. What would the results of that look like? The idea of a medicine for sorrow or melancholy is fascinating.
There is medicine of course for depression, manic-depression, obsessive compulsive disorder, attention deficit disorder, schizophrenia and anything else under the stars that is considered to be a mental illness or mental health issue. But are these medicinal pills magic? Do they provide joy to the individuals who swallow them down with a large glass of water?
Melancholy is a real feeling and I must announce there is no medicine for it. The emotion of hopelessness or melancholy is just about the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. I was diagnosed with bipolar (manic-depression) at age 19. Medicine has been a daily ritual for me since that age. However, I am not happy because I take my medicines regularly. I am happy because I choose to be happy. I choose faith and hope and love and medicine over negative thinking and despair. Also I truly try to make good choices throughout my life’s journey. And I pray like my life depends on it because quite honestly it does. I believe one hundred percent in taking my medicine for manic-depression. But those two pills every night are not magic beans.
We should create our own magic in our lives! Make good choices whether you are on medicine for a mental health issue or not. Do the stuff you love to do. Sadness will visit us all from time to time. After a brief visit with sorrow it is our job to overcome and live our lives fully. Perhaps I am differently able because I have bipolar. Or maybe you are differently able because of what you are going through or what you’ve gone through before. Just don’t ever let some so-called disability hinder or keep you from your joy.
My medicine for melancholy is a joyful heart!