not a joke

He has no idea who I am, but I have read Adam’s stuff for ages. Well, in internet terms it’s ages. I post some comments to him on Facebook or other social media, I occasionally check in on his web page. He’s an alright guy that I know I probably won’t ever meet in person but that’s okay, the same can be said for many others I interact with on a daily basis. He’s the kind of person I would like to sit down with over coffee or beer or what have you and shoot the breeze for a bit.

It’s how our world is now, bigger and smaller at the same time.

Anyway, this post of his today really touched me. It’s not a topic I cover here, other than in snippets, but I have been pretty clear in my writing over the last ten years or so that I suffer frequently from depression. I’m not proud of it, but I accept it as a part of me, the same way my nearsighted eyes and runaway nose hair is part of me. This is a good time of year for me, suicidal thoughts are rare since the sun is shining so much. The roller coaster is on an upswing, which is alright. Winter can be rough, but I have some coping skills to fall back on when it gets too bad.

Here is his article.

I come from a family that doesn’t understand depression. To their eyes, it’s not real. It’s something to be shrugged off, a battle to be fought of mind over what matters. More exercise, healthy eating, mental distractions – those are the solutions. Little weight is given to chemical depression and medicated treatment.

He includes some links of places to get some help. Depression lies like a motherfucker, I know this, everyone needs to know this.