Depression has touched my family in a lot of ways. Lost an uncle to suicide in his early 50s and he was the most financially successful and seemingly outwardly happy person of all my aunts and uncles. Other relatives and friends turned to substance abuse for self medication. I lost a close friend to an intentional OD on booze and painkillers a few years ago, according to the note he left for his family.
My wife has struggled with major depressive disorder for the better part of 20 years, including two unsuccessful suicide attempts, one of which required inpatient hospitalization and an ambulance ride.
When she was young, she did everything you’re not supposed to do: Didn’t always take her meds (I feel good today), kept drinking (A few drinks won’t hurt), refused to attend therapy (my trauma is no one else’s business). She struggled mightily for years.
A couple years ago, I got a new job with excellent benefits that included mental health care that’s almost free. We had her evaluated by a specialist. They diagnosed her condition more correctly, put her on the right combination of meds, got her enrolled in therapy with a therapist she trusts. I’m happy to say it’s made a world of difference and she hasn’t thought of self harm in over a year.
My advice to all MEN is stop stigmatizing mental illness. You’re not weak if you seek help. You’re not a tough guy if you try to fight through mental illness untreated. (The correct term for that is dumbass).
Brain disorders are every bit as real as organ disorders. It’s OK to not be OK. Encourage those who struggle that better days are ahead. Do not tell someone to “snap out of it” or “suck it up.” Doesn’t help. I, regrettably, know from my own stupid mouth. I used to say this kind of stuff to my wife because of being young and ignorant. It isn’t that simple.