I was diagnosed with manic depression (bipolar disorder these days) 7 years ago. I found it very difficult to accept that I was ill rather than just weak and lazy, and I think our industry is one of the toughest ones to have this kind of industry in. We're all meant to be big tough and hairy, and the very notion that a man who uses a saw all day can be depressed is an odd one to many people.
I'm a third gen forester and of course my old man was supportive of me but until I introduced him to a psychological professional I still think he believed that there was something I could actually do about it myself ' pull yourself together etc'
In actual fact I have no more control over my depression than I have over the weather, and it's only when someone sees me working at 100mph for 10hrs (manic days) or sitting at home in the dark crying my eyes out because there isn't enough vinegar to have a bath (depressive days) that they kind of get the gist.
These days I can more or less tell when I'm going to have a real low one,, and the medication helps to keep everything balanced so I can act accordingly.
If I could act in any way I'd love to make more arbs and foresters who are depressed or have depressive symptoms know that they aren't alone in the fight. And it is a fight.
Just because you could snap an investment banker like a poplar twig doesn't mean you're too tough to get depressed. It's often the very opposite in fact.
The below quote from watchmen has been doing the rounds in the last couple of days but I think it's massively relevant.
' I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor... I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.'
All the best everyone.
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