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| Greg
Wilson
by Aaron Cootes
Greg
Wilson Gallery
Shop 13, Hunter Valley Gardens
Broke Road POKILBIN NSW 2320
Phone: (02) 4998 6772
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For
as long as he can remember Greg Wilson felt
as though he didn't belong in this world.
Grappling with the feelings of depression,
he wondered why he felt so abnormal, so
alone and so worthless. Sometimes he would
experience temporary relief from these troubling
emotions; however, his anxiety and despair
would soon return for no apparent reason.
Desperate to find happiness, he tried to
be part of life and was determined to fit
in: he spent time with friends, was active
at school, threw himself into his work and
had a keen interest in sport. Unfortunately,
nothing seemed to alleviate his destructive
feelings. No matter how hard he tried, he
could not find meaning in his own life,
and a feeling of doom followed him wherever
he went. He couldn't picture a happy future
for himself and it wasn't long before he
was asking: Why bother? Why try and build
a life when he really didn't want to be
here?
Growing up, he didn't talk to his friends
about his experiences because they didn't
seem to have the same feelings as he did.
Unable to speak to his mother and father
about his emotions he was soon caught up
in a downward spiral. He held everything
in.
Greg remembers saying to himself that if
he ever got over his depression he wouldn't
talk about it, want to hear about it, or
even think about it ever again. However,
after having learnt to cope with the illness
that almost killed him, his feelings began
to change. He didn't want others to suffer
the way he did and he decided he would like
to help. He started by giving motivational
talks, and when his best friend Aaron approached
him with a proposal to write about his story,
he was eager to do so. Maybe his learning
would assist others who were currently in
the midst of serious depression. His most
fervent wish was that his story would deliver
an important message to people - as long as
there is life then there is hope. |
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STIGMA OF DEPRESSION |
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Unfortunately
for me, my need to take medication for my
depression was not always regarded in an
understanding manner. Some of my acquaintances
actually confronted me and expressed their
concerns to me personally. They felt there
was a stigma attached to taking medication
for mental problems, as if I had contracted
some incurable disease or that I belonged
in a mental institution.
Taking medication is nothing to be ashamed
of. Yet you mention to someone that you
are on antidepressants and they can become
uncomfortable. It conjures up images in
their mind that you are just a little bit
crazy or out of control. I have noticed
that people can even become uncomfortable
if you admit to having periods of depression.
Could you imagine approaching someone who
had just broken a leg, and suggesting they
didn't need any painkillers or a splint
for their injury? Imagine taking them by the
hand and telling them, 'We'll just walk
it off! Time heals all wounds. You'll be
all right!' Can you imagine the pain they'd
experience, and how they would respond if
you asked what they were crying about, what
all the fuss was about? It would be inconceivable,
and we would certainly be classified as
either insane or sadistic! Yet these types
of comments are still being used towards
those who take medication for depression.
Because some people can't see any physical
sign of an injury they assume that those
who have depression must be making it all
up. Of course this is not true.
Compare depression with other conditions
and you soon realise that it is somewhat
unique. For instance, there is no stigma
attached to the diabetic injecting insulin
to control sugar levels. Nor is the chronic
asthmatic ridiculed for taking an anti-inflammatory
to make sure their airways remain open. The
diabetic and asthmatic hardly feel bad for
taking their supplements. Nor should the
person with depression feel bad for taking
medication to enhance the quality of his
life. The medication makes me feel better,
simply replacing the chemical that my brain
is unable to make in adequate quantities.
It simply acts on the part of the brain
responsible for controlling emotion much
the same way the medication an asthmatic
takes works on the lungs. Just because it
is an illness of the brain doesn't mean
that people can't lead happy and successful
lives.
We need to shift people's perception so
that they don't feel bad taking medication
for depression or condemn somebody else
for taking their medication. At the end
of the day, it is important that we have
quality of life. My life is certainly better
for taking the medication, and I will continue
to use all the help that medical science
can offer me. |
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