When Science Fails

Written by craig

I wish it weren't so, but when it comes to depression, there are times when even the best therapist, psychiatrists, and medicines fail. This blog has a few thoughts on how to get through these (hopefully intermittent) times of private hell. Can we start by assuming that you've already figured out that a bunch of stuff you read, tried, and abandoned just weren't going to do it. These are those times wneh the only thing you can do is hunker down and wait for the storm to pass. 

You just have to find a way to survive the storm.

One way is to start by finding a friend you can call who will constantly remind you that you have to find a way to survive the storm.

Mine was Santos. He'd listen to me, cuss a little for me . . . I'm not completely sure what all he did because I was kind of busy at the time trying to "find a way to survive the storm," but whatever he did worked. It got me through, and that's what counted.

Dennis is a good friend who often faces  those hells. In fact, he was one of the first true friends I made in New York. He extended his friendship to me, shared a smile, and let me know I'd always have an ally. Now, I can return the favor. When the storms, the private hells, attack, he'll call and talk. It's usually not about anything terribly earth-shaking, but about things that are shaking his world.

I can't make the depression go away; nobody can. It's his lot in life to experience these things. All I can do is listen. Still, I consider it an honor to do so.

Peace.