When many years ago I was asked to answer the question, ‘What makes a person happy?’, the question became a quest. The powerlessness I felt being unable to help my sister Jane meant that writing this book was to be my journey. For me, any other journey would have been a waste of time. Yet, I have not found a cure for depression. I cannot assist anyone suffering from the affliction.
I have come to understand a little about happiness. It isn’t a mystery. It is something we evolved, in the same way we evolved our elbows and our spleen. We are meant to have happiness. It’s our reward for satisfying innate needs – for going through the motions of being an aware human being.
I couldn’t help you then, dear sister Jane, and I wouldn’t be able to help you today. I tried. But thank you for the journey you prompted me to take. It has been bewildering, exasperating, and endless. And it has been the most rewarding damned thing I’ve ever done.