After yesterday’s post ran, I got some very valid, albeit emotional, responses. These responses indicate a terrible truth about mental illness. Sometimes, there is no help to be had.
I am lucky. My meds work, I’m mostly okay, and I can mostly control myself. This isn’t the case for everyone. Some people just don’t respond to medication, therapy, or peer support. At least, those things don’t help them. They do “all the right things” and nothing helps. It fucking sucks.
This is my one-time announcement that this kind of thing exists. In the future, my posts will continue to be positive. If nobody had pointed out the hope I had (thanks, Zooey!) then I’d never have started treatment two and a half years ago. It’s important for people to know that there is help to be had.
On a daily update note:
- I’m still depressed as shit. I am having a hard time enjoying stuff, but I’ve been able to actually do it, so hope is not lost yet.
- I had to go to the dentist and have part of my jaw shaved off, because it splintered after my last extraction. That was fun.
- There are presents under and, strangely enough, in, the Christmas tree with my name on them! It’s a bit novel. I’ve been given explicit instructions that I’m not allowed to even touch them! It may seem a bit odd, but I’m really good at figuring these kinds of things out. I promised not to check things out, but the next two weeks may be a bit of curious agony as I wait for Christmas.
I hope you guys are all well. Happy Whatever, and here’s counting down to the new year!