Depression Marathon Blog

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Diagnosed with depression 19 years ago, I lost the life I once knew, but in the process re-created a better me. I am alive and functional today because of my dog, my treatment team, my sobriety, and my willingness to re-create myself within the confines of this illness. I hate the illness, but I'm grateful for the person I've become and the opportunities I've seized because of it. I hope writing a depression blog will reduce stigma and improve the understanding and treatment of people with mental illness. All original content copyright to me: etta. Enjoy your visit!

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

I am not depressed.

I am not depressed.
I am not depressed.
I am not depressed.

Lance Armstrong was not cancer.
Lance Armstrong was not cancered.
He had cancer.

My grandmother was not diabetes.
She had diabetes.

My parent is not heart disease.
He has heart disease.

My colleague is not multiple sclerosis.
He has multiple sclerosis.

My dog is not arthritis.
He has arthritis.

I am not depressed.
I have depression.


Big, BIG difference.


Michelle (The Beartwinsmom) said...

Exactly. I wrote about something similar to this on my blog last week about labels. I hate labels. Grrrrrrrrr

Excellent point, Etta. We are NOT the diagnosis.

Mr B The Tech Teacher said...

Well said!!


Erica said...

Hear, hear! I would say you've no idea how frustrating it is for people to understand that this is a legitimate, debilitating disease. . . but thank the dear Lord, you DO understand!