*Shakes Head*
Aug. 2nd, 2002 07:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirlFurther evidence that my mother has no idea about me, my depression, or its treatment:
I've been doing a lot of reading since leaving the hospital, mainly books about depression and self-help. I find them very useful. Only by learning all I can about my "illness", what causes it and how to relieve it, can I truly recover. Knowledge is power and all that rot.
So I bring home a new book today The Zen Path through Depression by Philip Martin. Ma takes one look at it, sighs and says "Carla can't you read anything light hearted?"
Mom thinks that just because I haven't been visibly displaying signs of depression since I left the hospital, that I am all cured and there is no need to talk, think, or read about this issue any longer. I know she would rather just sweep this whole experience under the rug (until a time when my mental instability will come to aid her in some respect.) But my issues have not disolved. There is no magical cure for depression, it doesn't just evaporate with anti depressant treatment. (I've been learning a lot of disturbing stuff about that too, which I plan to detail in a different entry.) Recovery from depression is a hard process of discovery, discepline, and much needed support. In that one statement I can tell my mother will be of no help to me on this journey. Even so, I think I should ask her to read the chapter on families in Undoing Depression.
I've been doing a lot of reading since leaving the hospital, mainly books about depression and self-help. I find them very useful. Only by learning all I can about my "illness", what causes it and how to relieve it, can I truly recover. Knowledge is power and all that rot.
So I bring home a new book today The Zen Path through Depression by Philip Martin. Ma takes one look at it, sighs and says "Carla can't you read anything light hearted?"
Mom thinks that just because I haven't been visibly displaying signs of depression since I left the hospital, that I am all cured and there is no need to talk, think, or read about this issue any longer. I know she would rather just sweep this whole experience under the rug (until a time when my mental instability will come to aid her in some respect.) But my issues have not disolved. There is no magical cure for depression, it doesn't just evaporate with anti depressant treatment. (I've been learning a lot of disturbing stuff about that too, which I plan to detail in a different entry.) Recovery from depression is a hard process of discovery, discepline, and much needed support. In that one statement I can tell my mother will be of no help to me on this journey. Even so, I think I should ask her to read the chapter on families in Undoing Depression.
