I am connected regularly to a few select blogs and every once in a while there is a post that really reaches into your heart and soul.
The link I’m about to share does that. It was written about current events in the world. It was written by someone who tries to do the best in his world. He regularly takes that to the next level by his humanitarian medical work in Haiti, Bangladesh, Nicaragua and his mental health initiatives here at home in Canada.
His name is Andrew Furey. His bio on Twitter reads proud father of three, husband, orthopaedic surgeon, founder of Team Broken Earth. His life is full and gosh so busy but he makes time for what’s important to him. His blog is always worth the read and, as I said, this one called A Death in the Family really spoke to me.
I’ve seen depression up close and personal. I’ve been mired in mild situational depression a couple of times in my life but always managed to climb back out fairly quickly. I’ve got a fabulous group of supportive friends, great family and my soul mate who has my back.
I’ve had close friends who’s situational depression have festered on and on, one crisis leads to another and life becomes a struggle that most of us can’t even imagine. The chemical depression then sets in and the brain starts to function differently. Climbing out can become almost impossible and that’s where bad things can happen. Perhaps if addressed earlier on things wouldn’t get so bad. Recognized by others and help offered. Recognized by self and help sought. The stigma seems to be so heavy that families sometimes seem ashamed and yet it’s health. Why does the word mental go into it. A broken leg or a gallbladder attack isn’t called physical health or internal health. Different parts of different people break down in different ways. They all need and deserve help.
We all need to acknowledge the elephant in the room.