I spent an afternoon this past weekend with one "the happiest people on earth". Only, he really wasn't so happy actually. In fact, he was so grief-stricken that he- literally- could hardly speak at times.
I've seen him struggle with "the truth" for a long time now. His world is slowly shattering and yet he clings to the organization desperately. It's beyond sad. He's not good enough or strong enough or faithful enough...he's sure the problem is with him, never them.
So, he hammers himself to the point where he feels like he "wants to die". And every one of his so called friends that are lovingly ignoring him...his family ...these people that he defends- these people are standing by doing nothing while he runs the risk of losing his only shot at livelihood because he can't pay his bills. He's nearing homelessness. His family and friends, they know what's going on. They could step up, they just don't. But he assures me, they would help. Yeah, really, they've done a fine job of it so far.
So, he spends his days a distraught, conflicted person trying to cram himself into that little box that he doesn't fit into. Because, I guess, he wants to be one of "the happiest people on earth"?!?
He'll be happy, dammit. Someday.
Sorry Teejay, I'm just going off- trying to let off a little steam after this past weekend. Maybe your mum really is happy. Is it better to die deluded? I don't know. All I know is for many people, they can't even hang onto the delusions any more- try as they might. And that is actually incredibly sad.