I Am Not Always Happy
Author: Sheri Denkensohn-Trott
Yes, the name of our company is Happy on Wheels. Those that know me describe me as happy, resilient, funny, cheerful, and determined. Overall, these are true components of my character. But it is time to reveal that I am not always happy. I strive to live consistently in that “happy” space. I help others find joy. But I am willing to admit when I can’t.
I am not writing this because of Simone Biles or Naomi Osaka, although what I read in the news about their experience resonates with me.
Mental health should not be a stigma. And because I am viewed as always “happy” I feel it is incumbent upon me to share what feels personal.
I have been fighting depression. And I’m not talking about just a bad day. Down deep in the hole dark depression. This is all new to me. I’ve never had a time, even after my accident, when I couldn’t make my way back to a good space. This has been a time of immense anxiety, sleeplessness, and helplessness. And I couldn’t make it go away. I cried buckets. Each day felt like weeks. And getting up in the morning was an effort. There was no joy. I couldn’t see it.
Unlike many individuals in this country, I had good people around me and the wherewithal to afford care and find it. And believe me, it wasn’t easy. Luckily, I found a
wonderful psychologist and psychiatrist. I am getting regular psychological treatment each week. And I was put on medication. It worked at first and then I had a huge crash. Most people would’ve had to go to the emergency room and be secluded. But good friends never left my side for two days. My husband felt powerless, but his presence reminded me that there was a reason to fight. It was hard to see but it was visible.
I have slowly emerged and finally feel like me again. But I am changing the entire paradigm of my life. It is hard, but I want to do it. I never want to slide back into the abyss again. I know there is a risk that it can happen, but I will do all in my power to make sure that it doesn’t. I want a quality life. I want happiness. I want to live.
Why am I sharing this personal story? Because I want people to know that this can happen to those around you that are always happy. Always smiling. Please be mindful. If you don’t hear from someone that you usually have contact with, check in. If someone seems to go “dark” reach out. If your gut tells you something isn’t
right with a friend or family member, take action. When people start to notice that a happy person is not acting in the usual way, it is a sign that something is wrong. Be aware of the behavior of those that are close to you. You may be the person that steps in at just the right time and is integral in helping them move forward. Or just sitting and holding their hand to make them feel safe.
Depression isn’t one bad day. That I can tell you for sure.

no “one way.” Despite the lack of a perfect formula, sharing some of my recent experiences will hopefully provide some examples of how you can effectively serve as a supporter.
that I had to be upbeat, comforting, strong, and a good listener. It was helpful to talk about what Tony was feeling and at the same time keep moving forward while we were waiting. I made plans for us to go out and do fun things and at the same time still rest and acknowledge that we were together in the dilemma that he was going through. There were many times when it was important to deal with the information at hand, such as after the biopsy, surgery and diagnosis. At the same time, to be respectful of his wishes regarding the information that he wanted shared, and with whom. I realized that it was important for him to feel that he could tell me when he was scared, nervous and upset. It was painful to hear, but I was the listener and in trying to provide comfort, I realized that if I was in his position, I would want validation that my feelings were not out of the ordinary. We made it through together and admittedly, it was one of the hardest times of my life. I joked that I finally got a glimpse of what it was like to be on the other side. But it is not a laughing matter and we continue to live our lives, focus on being healthy, and continue to experience joy. I know there will be bumps coming such as an upcoming blood test and CT scan, but hopefully that will become part of the journey and I will be there to serve as a supporter and companion at appointments.
away. Additionally, my friend was going through her own physical recovery from surgery at the time. I did my best at being a realist. What do I mean by this? I kept expressing to her that this was not fair and “love and prayers” were not going to make her feel completely better. I spoke honestly and directly and checked in every day, telling her that she didn’t have to answer but that I was thinking about her. I consistently asked her “what are you feeling?” when we spoke or communicated via social media and I think this helped. Luckily, the weather did not interfere, and we drove from Virginia to New York and attended the memorial service for her mother. It was not possible for everyone who lived far away to make the trip, but I felt it was important for us to be there if I was able. I am so glad that we went. My friend spoke beautifully at the service and I know that our being there gave her a feeling of love and support.
answer is perfectly okay. And anyone hearing that answer should not feel like they are being pushed aside. It is giving permission to the individual and the family to say “no, we are not ready” without consequences.