I told someone, "The only way I will ever again feel safe in your presence is if you return to seeing a mental health professional on a regular basis." Should this person ever visit this blog, I want something to be understood.
I said that not because I do not care about you, but exactly because I do. You can go on looking very confident and outwardly successful to everyone else and, as you well know, I have never had any objections to that. But it's simply not enough; you are due for so much more and so much better. What you deserve is that lasting happiness that Aristotle called eudaemonia -- Greek for "good spirits." It refers to an ability to feel at peace within the confines of your own psyche, to be comfortable in your own skin and in the body that Nature gave you, to accept yourself and see in yourself the charm and beauty and compassion that others have seen in you on those occasions when you let them. To know that there is nothing unnatural or uncomfortable about one day having children and starting a family of your own. No, starting a family is not any kind of duty or moral obligation; it is simply something very rewarding, an enterprise grander and more challenging than any business scheme I could cook up. So much happiness is possible to you, and just begging to be allowed entry into your life. And, as you are cognizant, that happiness reaching you is incumbent upon the hard and disciplined choice to accept it.
Contrary to your fears, no one sees you as some specimen to be put in a laboratory, poked or prodded. You are never on some stage to be judged harshly by anyone. And no matter how strangely you may look or dress, no one is staring at you; people are much too consumed by their own worries or insecurities to project negative thoughts upon you. No one plots against you, no one conspires against you, no one is trying to outsmart you, no one wants to use you. On the contrary, everyone believes in your greatness as a person and is rooting for you to win at life.
A return to psychiatric care does not have to be a prison sentence. Nor must it feel like one. In Hawaii, it would be you -- and no one else -- who would ultimately be in control. You could fire any mental health professional who did not meet your standards of competence and care. As far as American mental health professionals are concerned, it is the patient who is the boss. Getting the care that you need is a form of self-determination and self-empowerment. Far from submitting to the dictates of anyone else, receiving quality care is a form of psychological liberation, no less important than political and economic freedom. I want you to be happy. But far more important than that is that I want you to want you to be happy.
You told me that I cannot force any of this upon you, and of course that is true. I was the one who first told you, "I cannot persuade anyone to do anything. I can only encourage you to persuade yourself to do something." That applies here. I force no one's hand. I wish happiness for you. And I unabashedly plea that you put at least as much priority as I do upon the joys and sense of serenity just waiting to be experienced.
Whatever you do, I will always give a damn, irrepressibly. I have no regrets about knowing you; I only have gratitude for it and I face no qualms in expressing that. Just as you have every right to your own choices, I have a right to mine. Of course I can move on and put the emphasis on my writing projects. My doing so will never mean that I have forgotten anything. I will continue to remember and to care. That is my own prerogative. :'-)
