Brain Storms

I was having a debate in my head. The debate was concerning how much I should reveal of past "circumstances." Suddenly my brain shouted at me, "What? Are you nuts?" To which I replied, "That is totally beside the point."

Here is the deal. Mental illness is the ONLY disease for which people, doctors included, ask you why you feel that way. Excuse me? Never once has a doctor asked me why I feel the way I do when I have had the flu or have had my asthma check up done. Nor does anyone else. It is taken for granted that there is something biologically wrong in those cases. Depression is the same.

In many cases, talk therapy and drugs help. In my case they didn't, hence this blog. I need to amend that last statement. What I meant to say was that the drugs didn't help. Talk therapy is wonderful, but pricey. I applaud those for whom therapy works. You are doing it right.

So, to get back to my original point,  my circumstances really make no difference and are irrelevant. Everyone loves a good, juicy story, but my history really doesn't serve to explain anything about this disease. It would have happened no matter what. Still, I may end up sharing a story to illustrate a point, but that is not the be-all and end-all of my struggle with depression.