By Frank Pittman, published on March 1, 1994 - last reviewed on June 9, 2016
With this issue, one of America's best-known psychiatrists becomes
aregular contributor to PSYCHOLOGY TODAY. Frank Pittman, M.D., a
practicing family therapist in Atlanta, is the widely quoted author of
Man Enough: Fathers, Sons, and the Search for Masculinity (Putnam), and
Private Lies (Norton). In this space, Dr. Frank will answer real
questions from real people with his unusual mix of subversive wit and
heart-stopping widsdom. Send your questions to Dr. Frank by mail to
PSYCHOLOGY TODAY, 24 E. 23 St., New York, NY 10010, or by fax to
DEAR DR. FRANK: MY LIFE IS GOING OKAY. I DON'T FEEL THAT THERE'S
ANYTHING REALLY WRONG WITH ME, MY JOB, OR MY MARRIAGE, BUT NOTHING ABOUT
MY LIFE SEEMS VERY SPECIAL. I'M JUST NOT HAPPY. WOULD THERAPY
Dear Not Happy: You are suffering from "dysthymia," which just
means you're not happy. It may be that happiness was not a skill taught
in your family or that your childhood was unstable. People whose parents
neglect them, abuse them, or get divorced don't dare trust happiness.
Unhappiness becomes a habit, a way of life. Your brain chemistry is not
making it possible for you to anticipate pleasure.
Dysthymia leads to infidelity, divorce, and job instability--
desperate efforts to shake life up enough to make us feel things.
Dysthymic people blame their lives for not being juicy enough when they
are just suffering from dry brains.
Happiness comes from pumping the right juices into your brain. The
juices flow when you experience exercise, sex, joy, and triumph. But they
flow most juicily when the exercise is free of anger, the sex free of
guilt, the joy free of shame, and the triumph free of fear.
Happiness requires freedom to play and playmates to play with,
people who like you and value your joy. Children are ideal playmates, so
hang out with them. Happiness also requires setting achievable goals so
you can have moments of triumph when you experience life's little
victories. Think small. Rather than staking your happiness on becoming
master of the universe, clean out your sock drawer instead.
And above all, even if you can't arrange the other things easily,
you can get exercise. An hour of exercise every day would work a lot
better for most dysthymic people than an hour of psychotherapy.
A good therapist can coach you into a life of active happiness and
can train you in the skill of happiness. But be sure to hire a happy
therapist. Dysthymic therapists look for someone to blame for people's
unhappiness, for ways to escape pain rather than helping dysthymic people
find things to make them emotionally alive.
A therapist should not wring your hankie while you whine, but
should be your trainer and coach, inspiring you into life. Whining about
your inability to achieve a constant state of ecstatic wonder not only
runs off your prospective playmates, it makes you even more
Of course, if you do your little projects while dancing around the
house to your favorite music, if you exercise and screw yourself into
exhaustion, and you still feel dysthymic, try Prozac. A squirt of
serotonin into your dry synapses may prime the driest of pumps.
Dear Dr. Frank: I used to be subject to depression. My wife was
wonderful in helping me through it. Probably as a result of therapy, I'm
happier than I've ever been before. But I realize that my wife is not
much fun, and she isn't comfortable with my new spirit. I don't want to
go back to my old unhappiness. Should I give up my wife instead?
Dear Happier: You have trained your wife to center her life around
your unhappiness. Depressed people may or may not be enjoying their
misery, but they're not much fun to the people around them. The hovering
caretakers get drained, tired, and angry. When we're unhappy, we are
motivated by pain avoidance rather than the pursuit of happiness, so our
partner gradually gives up on seducing us into pleasure and ends up
pushing us through life with an emotional cattle prod. Spouses may have
to be retaught how to make the formerly depressed feel good. They may
even have to relearn how to play themselves. Your pain and/or pleasure
has been the center of the universe for a while; now it's her
Dear Dr. Frank: I've had a lot of therapy and read a lot of
self-help books. I've learned to really love myself. I always pamper my
inner child. I have overcome any tendency to feel guilt for anything I
do. I'm real good at asserting myself and expressing my anger, and I
don't let anyone abuse me in any way. I've worked particularly hard on my
codependency. I've cut off all my dysfunctional relationships. I'm now
ready for a perfect relationship but no one I meet matches my level of
mental health. What can I do to get the love I deserve?
Dear Deserving: You have learned, to your sorrow, that we
therapists can get so obsessed with protecting people that we may damage
their ability to conduct relationships with real people. Do you remember
the manners mom taught you? In therapy, good manners can seem like
pathological codependency, and the parent who taught you to subordinate
your own infantile needs to the requirements of relationships can seem
abusive. But the real world is different from therapy.
Once outside the therapist's office, your feelings are not the
still point of the turning world. Out among normal people, you will find
those manners more helpful to you than all the stuff you got from therapy
or from self-help books.
Unless your local mental health center is enlightened enough to
offer a nontherapy group for people who have had too much therapy, you'll
have to do it in a social setting. Forget about your mental health,
forget about your own feelings, spend some time studying other people's
feelings and practicing your manners in dealing with them.
See if you can go a whole day talking about everything except your
complicated state of mind and the manifold ways in which other people
have faded to pamper you sufficiently. You are suffering from a
deficiency of appropriate guilt. Recapture enough of your guilt to
realize that you owe something to those around you. Practice making other
people feel good. Appreciate kindness and try to warrant it.
Dear Dr. Frank: Several years ago I divorced my wife and married
Cherie, a woman I'd been having an affair with. She'd come from a broken
home and had an unhappy childhood, and I admit, part of the attraction
was that she seemed to need me.
Lately, though, I've begun to miss my children, but they won't have
anything to do with Cherie. I don't think they understand her or our
relationship. Is there anything I can do to patch things up and have a
happy family again?
Dear In Love: No. You've already demonstrated that your children's
well being is not a high priority for you. As for Cherie, a woman who
would steal the man out of a family can certainly not be trusted with the
children. Apparently, your children will still talk to you after what you
did to them. Consider yourself lucky and don't push your luck.
Dear Dr. Frank: My husband is essentially a good man, a good
provider, and a good father. But I am not in love anymore. I believe it's
a mistake to stay married for the children's sake. What do you
Dear Not-In-Love: I don't think it is sufficient to stay married
for the children's sake; parents have a responsibility to stay happily
married for the children's sake.
If you are married to a good man and still don't find it easy to be
happy or loving, perhaps there is something wrong with you. You could be
afflicted with anything from schizophrenia to romanticism.
Most likely, you are one of those romantic women who expects a man
to make her happy. Men are useful for many things, but they are not
generally kept around for their entertainment value. I've known women in
your predicament who brought meaning and stability to their lives through
such diverse activities as square dancing, fly fishing, and organic
For your children's sake, if not for your own, find the things that
will make you happy without having to run frustratingly through a variety
of men, each of whom is sure to let to you down.
If you want variety in your life, try cable television.
PHOTO: Dr. Frank Pittman, M.D.