Depression is becoming the new black

Sep 21, 2013 07:19

Yesterday, I saw a article on Buzz Feed called 21 Comics that Capture The Frustration of Depression.  I find this interesting as these comics along with numerous other articles and comics I keep seeing and reading never discuss treatment. The only comic that has ever touched on treatment that I have seen is Least I Could Do. I am shocked by this. I mean I am sure there are other comics and articles that talk about how treatment is necessary and a good thing, but what is with all these articles trying to explain what the problem is? Depression is an illness, a sickness, an affliction. So in the modern world, you treat a sickness. If you have an infection, you go to the doctor, get antibiotics, get better. If you break your hand, you get the bones set and after it heals, you go to physical therapy and get better. If you are a diabetic, you treat the diabetes.   So, why is so hard for people to admit that therapy and anti-depressants / anti-anxiety drugs are useful. I understand depression, what I don't understand is not treating it. Could be that everyone is worried that the treatment will actually work and then you would feel like even more of an ass for not doing it earlier.

On another note on all these comics, they are very self-serving. They always try to tell a story of what it is like to be the person with the depression, but never the frustration of the people around them. Frequently they other people portrayed in the comics as assholes. They are the constant  portrayed as the people who ignore the needs of the main character, or just tell them to snap out of it, or the one who says "OH, this shit again?" Well, that may be what the person writing the story believes but if someone showed up every day with a horrible headache but never went to get it check out or took anything for it and all they did was complain about it, sooner or later it would get old and you wouldn't want to hear about it anymore.

I am depressed. I hate my depression. I fight it, I battle it, but it has a good hold on me. Has for the past year since Jen left me. Fucking broke me and broke my heart, and allowed my depression to get back in and take root. And you know what, I am in therapy and treating that shit. And if someone says, well you don't really have depression, you are just depressed because of that one instance they can go away.  I have had depression since I was a kid but I learned ways to battle, fight, and control it. My old tricks are no longer working, so I am learning new ones. It bothers me that people refuse to do the same and just live wrapped in their negative feelings. Maybe it is comfortable to them.

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