Great, another story about a plane crash, with hundreds of grieving family members, people in shock, and numerous government agencies involved. Then it’s announced that the pilot who intentionally sent the plane into the side of a mountain was possibly “depressed.” Just great. So much for reducing the stigma around mental illness. Now the witch hunters have something to point a finger at. And with my history of depression, it just became more inaccessible than ever to get a private pilot’s license and fly a biplane- it will be assumed that perhaps I want to commit suicide via aircraft, and that I am at constant risk of doing so. Completely inaccurate, but since I have a history of mental illness, who are they going to believe?
For the majority of those with depression, even if we want to take ourselves out of the game, there’s no way we would even consider taking anyone with us, it’s not even a question. But how do you explain that in a world where everyone fears mental illness, we all get grouped together as <insert crazy, weird, psycho, unstable label here>.
No one wants that label, or the social punishments that come with it, so many have every reason to hide their struggles. And you know what happens then, when sick people don’t get the help they need? Of course it gets worse. Mental illness is particularly sensitive to treatment or the lack thereof, because it’s all in your head and so it can either go around in circles, get released some way, or you can risk your career and social life by trying to get help – help that’s isn’t always that great or helpful.
I keep hoping for humans to evolve and for social change to come, but it’s taking forever and now we seem to be going backwards. How about that state senator who thinks going to church should be mandatory? You know she’s only talking about a christian church for white people – and so much for freedom of religion. Maybe I should just tell people that Jesus cured my mental illness, as that seems to be more socially acceptable.
What a heartbreaking world humans have created. As far as I’m concerned, if you don’t have bouts of depression, you must be stupid, ill-informed, and/or uncaring.
Help Is On Its Way- Little River Band (overheard in a store)