If you know what depression and anxiety feels like and how it affects someone, that you feel sympathy and, quite possibly empathy, then you may wish to turn away now. This piece isn’t for you.
Every time I hear a good news story about mental health, my mood lifts. When someone well known comes out and admits their own demons, it opens a million hearts, maybe more, and perhaps a few doors for the rest of us. We’re able to talk about it, rather than having to bottle it all up. We are getting somewhere, at last. But then, for every one step forward, we take a big step back. Today was one of those days.
No names, no places, no hints but it was as if the old “snap out if it, pull yourself together, there’s people far worse off than you are” had never gone away. I’m back in a world where mental ill health isn’t really ill health at all. It’s all in the mind, you see. Of course it fucking is. D’oh.
It doesn’t matter if you are rich or poor but at least if you are rich you can buy yourself some treatment whereas the rest of us can wait for every and a day, or at least until the 12th of never. I don’t really have much of a choice but to walk on with hope in my heart, hope that one day, in some way, this grim affliction will bugger off and let me enjoy life like the other 75% of you.
If you feel like this, utterly hopeless, useless, tearful, worthless then you may have a mental health issue. Do expect the doctor to prescribe some drugs but don’t expect meaningful treatment anytime soon. And thank yourself lucky if you come across anyone outside your close friends and family who gives a toss. That’s a lesson I learned many years ago and the sad thing is I get refresher lessons on a far too regular basis.