Perhaps the worst thing about Depression, is that males won't admit to having the condition. Or, if the admit it, they won't seek help.
Or if they seek help, they are often brushed aside, given placebo medication. A short term fix. Dismissed.
I am lucky. I have found a medication that doesn't 'Zombify' me.
A male, close to me, has not had the same luck. His battle seems so lonely. So hard. He has told me he is made to feel like he is some sort of 'drug addict', if he dares to ask for some relief, for the unrelenting agony. His symptoms are brushed aside, treated with ignore. The physical manifestations of depression are no less real, than the mental manifestations. Why do so many Medical Practitioners seem unable to recognise this??
This post was not going to be about Castaways, on the Beaches of life.
It was going to be the story of my near death, from drowning, when I was quite a young child, on a beach made of sand & surf.
Sometimes the posts just write themselves..... buggers!
A deceptively peaceful sunset sky. It rained next day. It clouded over. It got very dark & ugly. It all looked so Tropical, & Warm, & Promising.... didn't it??
Nancy Wilson, How Glad I Am.