A Cure?

There is no cure for the common cold. But we get by, we try to nurse it. Just this has made pharmaceutical companies very rich. And we get over it in a week and are back to normal. Sometimes we also break bones, literally, physical bones. And it hurts and we put it into plaster, swear for six weeks, and it's we're as right as rain again. And sometimes we get depressed. And we try to nurse it. But, as a friend pointed out, it's complicated. That doesn't mean it's impossible to tackle either. It's just that little more vague. And we don't like vague. Because vague is an unknown devil, and we prefer the devil we know, although it's a devil. We don't realise that perhaps this devil is enough of a devil and things could only get better. But then, we identify with a lot of things in life, one of which is pain. Yes we are a glutton for punishment and it's not always our fault. Yes we can go back and try to identify how and why and what and where. That's not a cure. I am not saying that playing stupid makes it easier. It doesn't, but opening a can of worms is not always a very good idea, because nothing but worms will come out. And we don't need worms. But that still doesn't mean we've found a cure for the damn depression. Depression is a word like any other, it shouldn't scare people off as much as diabetes should. And again, is there a cure? I cannot give a yes or no answer, I can only say that it gets better and it doesn't have to be chronic. I was there, and very bad. There was little hope, I remember doctors shaking their heads in despair behind what they thought was my back. Years later, I can write about sex and have a jolly good old laugh. And I thought I would never even live long enough to smile. How? Well, finding the right doctor is imperative. Never giving up is another, although yes I acknowledge that a big part of depression is about giving up. How I wish I could take some of other people's pain away. Because there is no word in the dictionary which can really describe the pain. Perhaps fear? And yet I made it. And I am not a very brave girl. Depression is so much like diabetes, you have to find the right insulin dosage, the right syringe. Otherwise you will live in lethargy, thirst and confusion. So is depression. How I did it. Well if Rome was not built in a day, neither was the road to recovery. It's all about baby steps, sometimes you take one step and go back one, sometimes you take two and go back three, sometimes you take ten and take ten more. It is still a sensitive subject for me now, because of the bland ignorance there still exists. I have been given a clean bill of health. But I don't look back and laugh. That was no laughing matter. I look back and breathe a sigh of relief. It's over now. And although religion is not really my thing, I sometimes sit on my terrace, smoke, and look at the black sky. And I pray that if someone out there is having a hard time, well, if there is a God, I pray that He takes their fragile mind in His hands and gives it a cuddle. There is never any harm in drawing a picture in the sky.