
Many mental illnesses are passed down but unlike those
lauded skills from father to son these crazy talents are very difficult to
define as helpful. We all have that
crazy uncle or grandmother who Aunt who is just not right, wearing the weird cloths
and speaking in strange ways that only and alien from some far away planet
would understand.
The question of mental illness crosses all walks of life and
can be seen exposing its silly head in almost one out of ten individuals. Most families simply have to deal with the weirdness
or strange behavior except for those with the proper resources or a private
basement or attic apartment those affected will continue to walk among us,
letting us witness the imaginary voices, the unseen bugs or microscopic beings
that crawl over their skin.
Most mental illness is manageable and most who suffer seem
to function from day to day without too much curiosity from those who think
their normal. The word normal then has
little if any impact on the general population if one in ten are thus affected,
bringing the abnormal to a level of normality by the sheer numbers of those that
suffer from the preconceived societal notions of what is normal and what is
not.
Depression is a multibillion dollar industry an industry
that relies on the continuation of that depression and the subsequent drugs
that try to treat or at least mask the symptoms of despair, abject loneliness, Persistent
sad, anxious, or "empty" mood, Loss of interest or pleasure in
activities, including sex, Restlessness, irritability, or excessive crying, Feelings
of guilt, worthlessness, helplessness, hopelessness, pessimism, Sleeping too
much or too little, early-morning waking, Appetite and/or weight loss or
overeating and weight gain, Decreased energy, fatigue, feeling "slowed
down" Thoughts of death or suicide, or suicide attempts, Difficulty
concentrating, remembering, or making decisions, Persistent physical symptoms
that do not respond to treatment, such as headaches, digestive disorders, and
chronic pain….ok, ok I think you get the point.
It reminds me in a reverse way of those wagon wheel hucksters who sold miracle
cures and listed every malady under the sun.
Depression seems to cover the entire gambit of what is not
considered normal behavior and any possibility of a miracle cure falls within
the same shotgun strategy sold by those ancient salesmen.
I know depression is real, I know it has serious effects on
how many of us think, perceive and function but when the statistics mention one
out of ten you start to wonder if it’s a problem with the people or a problem
with the system. Are we trying to deal
with too much, trying to accomplish too much or are we expecting too much from
others?
Do our employers expect and demand beyond what is humanly
possible for a good portion of the populous and is our educational system too
demanding in its attempts to prod and push each and every student toward
Harvard or MIT?
Depression is real, those symptoms are real but the
incidents and diagnosis have increased exponentially creating the false premise
of a pandemic condition when in reality it’s the conditions that create the malady.
I did not find the associated statistics
to support this claim but it seems to me that in the years past, 70 or 100
years ago, depression might have existed but it was in a much less percentage
of the population. One reason perhaps,
no one had time to be depressed there was simply too much work to do.
Men and women were more concerned with survival than we are
today and the pressures of that survivability left little room for self-evaluation
and the subsequent malaise and selfishness that may be one of the underlying
causes of depression, it may be one of them, not the only one.
There are serious mental issues that stem from brain chemistry,
environmental concerns that alter that chemistry, diet, pressures of everyday
life beyond what man was designed to endure and many, many other causes that
create the negative environment that is the cause of depression.
As one who suffers from depression but also one who is
unable to medicate I am forced to deal daily with the ups and downs, the
negative lows and the positives highs with only my mental capacity to see me
through. Trust me if I could take
something I would but the medications make it so much worse that I’m actually glad
I can still function.
Most days I function pretty well, some days I still function
but from autonomic manner, going through the motions and doing my best to push
the negatives aside.
Thank goodness, no voices yet, at least ones I can recognize
and for now I have not turned into a certain relative and with faith and hope
all will continue toward normalcy, except when being normal is boring, at least
I’m not alone, I have my family and my friends and on occasion crawly little
leggy things that scream into my ear…ooh what a comfort it is.
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