It’s been an odd week for me. My mood has been virtually unnatural. I’ve been excited about life. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that that’s not normal, it’s just not normal for someone like myself. I have struggled and suffered with depression most of my life. Medication for my depression entered the picture when I was going through my divorce at the age of twenty-two and has since been ever-present.
There seems to be less of a stigma nowadays regarding depression than there was in the past. Arguably, the same can be said for other ‘issues.’ Society seems to be becoming more accepting of the way people are. Yes accepting, not merely becoming tolerant. I don’t like the word tolerant. To say that we tolerate people’s differences seems to imply that it’s something we really don’t want to do. It’s like saying, ‘yeh, you’re not the same as me but I acknowledge your existence and how you are.’ Rather, to become more accepting we open ourselves up to understanding, appreciating and even being able to relate to how others may feel.
