THE HAPPIEST PEOPLE PROJECT
Weâre live! Letâs keep this short and simple.
A couple words about this project:Â This project is dedicated to helping people with mental illness. More specifically, dedicated to those who are afraid to get help, or are denied help from family because they lead seemingly perfect lives. By sharing our experiences, we hope we can bring attention to the millions of different lives affected by mental illness. Victims of mental illness are not defined by items on a checklist. If someone stumbles upon this page - theyâll be able to see just how diverse our lives are, theyâll be able to see that mental illness doesnât pick and choose itsâ victims, and that even âthe happiest peopleâ have a deeper story to tell. Click HERE to read more about it!
Other Places We Exist: Wattpad (You can read all written submissions. Updated weekly.) / Soundcloud (You can download our first poem, Silence.)
HUGE SHOUTOUT TO THE PEOPLE WHO HELPED READ THE POEM:
Sophia D. Julia H. Ashwaq M. Abdi Lara S. Danielle L.
Starting today, all submissions will be posted on this Tumblr, and written submissions will be posted on Wattpad as well. You can read more about those guidelines here:Â http://thehappiestpeopleproject.tumblr.com/submitting
For those of you that actually clicked the read more button! (If youâre on mobile...) Hereâs the article thatâs on Lithium Magazine.
Iâve dealt with depression. I never thought it was a big deal - or rather, I never thought it was a big deal to anyone other than myself. It was strange finding out there was a whole community of people who dealt with the same thing or had had similar experiences. My struggles were always invalidated by the people who were supposed to be closest to me: as far as I was concerned, I was living a good life. I had two parents. My grades were intact - even at a time when grades had so little significance. I lived under a roof. I got three meals a day. I could wake up in the morning without struggle. I could finish multiple projects, push myself to my limits - I was what most people would define as âperfectâ. Itâs hard to believe that accomplished people struggle- itâs hard to believe they ever stumble at all. They seem to function without failure: without any problem at all. But I canât say they, I can only say we. Â Thereâs the feeling of inadequacy. Everyone feels that way from time to time - but that feeling is what ended up pushing me forward. Doubt from parents pushes us forward, and doubt from ourselves does the same. I suppose it seems normal, I mean, people push themselves all the time. Whatâs new? It felt like a paradox. Iâd always outdo myself, only to feel empty inside. Accomplishments held so little significance. I sought approval from parents, teachers, friends, and myself. The problem? I got too caught up in it. I was losing grasp of my interests; I was losing grasp of myself. My existence only mattered if I received approval. But nobody knew that. Â We stay quiet because nobody takes a second glance at us. An article from Tom Wootton (via Psychology Today) covers the very surface level of what we call 'high-functioning depression'. Wootton says âsome might argue that I am not depressed because I am productive. They believe that the very definition of depression precludes any ability to function at all...I have learned to separate what it feels like to be depressed from how I respond to itâ. We have similar symptoms at the surface level. Wootton was told he wasnât depressed by Aaron Beck (Beck Depression Inventory), but when Wootton described his symptoms, Beck's opinions changed. Amanda Leventhal (via The Mighty), explains her psychiatrist's evaluation of her. In response to knowing about Leventhalâs 4.0 GPA, countless extracurriculars and clubs, and numerous advanced classes, her psychiatrist says âyou seem to be pretty high-functioning, but your anxiety and depression seem pretty severe. Actually, itâs teens like you who scare me a lotâ. Leventhal realized that whenever depression was represented on media, it was almost always people visibly losing control: grades dropping, family life worsening, and isolation. Â We always see the same stock images. The only time we see people like us anywhere is when they announced yet another suicide attempt. There are always the same comments. Nobody would have known, nobody would have assumed anything. Nobody had any idea. We seemed to be the most invisible. Â So, hereâs a project. Itâs called The Happiest People Project. It was created in hopes of giving people the push they need to go and get the help they deserve. As the project began to take a more definitive shape, it expanded. Itâs not just here for those with high-functioning depression, but everyone who has dealt with, is dealing with, or may be dealing with mental illness. Why is this project so important? Because silence will only lead to more silence. Every second that the world spends not speaking up is another second wasted, and another life lost. Every life that has been impacted by mental illness is different. Hopefully with this project, people will be reminded that not a single person deserves to be shoved in a box with a label, or judged based off of items on a checklist, that struggles are more than just skin deep, and those struggles cannot be invalidated.












