Why? Because many people do not know the difference between periodic bouts of the blues and a serious illness that causes countless suicides if it is not treated with drugs and/or therapy. Because many people view it as a personal weakness, a personal choice. Because many people think it can be cured by "just getting over it."
Back in December, my long-time friend Kim Ayres wrote about his own struggle with Depression in The blog post I’ve been avoiding. Among the sixty-one comments was this one:
I found your post depressing to read because I have lived with Depression for 17 years, not mine, but the Depression of my eldest son. I find it totally impossible to understand and I feel very cross with him and others who say they suffer it. His Depression has caused so much grief in our family that I cannot help but hate that part of him, whilst loving the real person. I'm sorry but to me it's a totally selfish disease and I am of the 'snap out of it and give everyone else a break' camp. There are so many people in the world today who deserve to be Depressed and aren't that it must surely be self indulgent for those who have everything going for them insist on burdening the rest of them with their 'poor little me' outbursts. Get a life, you have one, take your pills and get over it. That's my opinion. I know it's not what you want to hear, but I took the trouble to read your post and these were my thoughts afterwards.
Blessings on your recovery, XXXX
I am not going to say a word and influence your comments—which both Kim and I are anxious to hear.
[Thank you all for your comments on The Town Square—I truly appreciated them. The comment from Kim's blog is used with his permission.]