A post from my longtime fellow soldier in the trenches of the battle to get into remission, stay in remission, and during a ..flare? relapse?…to get into remission as possible. Yes, Major Depression Disorder – be it from diabetes, interferon treatments, sleep apnea, poverty or any other cause – is quite a bit like Cancer. Once you have gone 5 or so years asymptomatic a doctor may pronounce you “cured”, but in reality, you are not who you were before the disease appeared.
Yes, Major Depression Disorder be it from diabetes, interferon treatment, sleep apnea, poverty or any other cause…is quite a bit like Cancer. Once you have gone 5 or so years asymptomatic a doctor may pronounce you “cured”, but in reality, you are not who you were before the disease appeared. And the disease, like cancer, can strike anyone, of any race, creed, or class, at any time.
The difference is mainly that if you have Cancer, everyone cares, everyone supports you, everyone wears that ribbon pin or gets a bumper sticker at least.
When you have Depression? Hmph. Do they even sell a ribbon pin for us? Who would wear it on TV or in the legislature or the grocery store? I can’t remember the last time there was a Million Dollars raised in a Walk a Thon for Depression. You are lucky if your own family even sticks by your side, and it too often is a reality that no one cares – from the medical community to Facebook friends and you may be outright shunned, discarded, or ignored instead of supported.
So come, all you Abled, come walk in our shoes by reading David Concepcion’s erudite, raw, truthful, real post. Perhaps having read it, you will be inspired to reach out in support and care to the people in your own life who battle each day in these trenches with us.
Source: Not Who I Am Anymore(?)