Let’s talk depression
You know the brilliant novel, ‘We have to talk about Kevin’ that’s what I feel about depression and mental illness. In the 21st Century there is undoubtedly still stigma attached to mental illness and it is the Cinderella of the NHS. Somehow an illness of the mind is not as important nor as serious as say cancer. Why? Depression kills. One in four will experience it at some point in his life and the World Health Organisation highlights this as a massive global health issue.
Why is it we get more sympathy from a broken leg in plasters than a broken head or heart? If we wore a cast round our head would it help?
As someone who has had the pleasure of experiencing both depression and cancer, I can hand on heart tell you that I would have chosen the latter. Why? Because with the recurrence I could see an end; I knew when my six cycles of chemotherapy would be over and the exact date of my last radiotherapy session which meant I had completed the hospital treatment.
With depression you cannot see an end. Hopelessness is the worse. You see no way out of the impasse, the dark hole you find yourself in.