Last week was a rough week for mental health. Up the road from where I live a woman cut a fetus out of a pregnant mother. In Europe a pilot with a history of depression crashed a plane. There are many obvious victims here: the mom who never met her baby, her unborn child, the passengers of the plane, and the pilot of the plane. I empathize with other people in the shadow of these stories.
The pilot had a girlfriend and parents. They probably know a bigger story than the one horrible decision he made. They have seen his struggles. They have talked endlessly with him about his fears, his problems and his dreams. They may have wished his suffering would end at times, but they never wanted this ending. If he was a good actor and hid his feelings they are hurt and sad and furious that such a thing could happen to him, and to them. Their lives are forever changed because he is gone, hundreds died, and they are left with the loss and the burden of what he did, and the question about what they could have done to change it.
The woman who cut the baby out had a husband. He took her and the fetus to the hospital. What mentally healthy person would do what she did? He is likely pouring over every detail of his life with her and wondering what he could have done to stop the tragedy, and his life is tainted by the ramifications of what his wife did.
Mental illness runs rampant and there is so little you can do if you love someone who is sick. The stigma of mental illness is real and asking for help is a series of hard choices. Medicate and risk losing the person you love to a haze of drugs. Hospitalize and risk the person’s job, livelihood and reputation. Do nothing and risk your loved one injuring himself or others. While all this is going on you are stuck with a person who resembles your loved one but is hidden behind a cloud of anger, sadness and fear. You can’t get to him/her to ask what they need from you, what they want from you or what you should do. It is a horrible place to be.
I don’t personally know the people involved in either of these news stories, but I have been personally involved in depression, and I cannot fathom what these poor families are going through. It makes my heart sick.
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I too suffer from depression. I was officially diagnosed this year but I’ve mostly have been dealing with this a majority of my life. Depression is like being in a sound proof room of darkness. You can’t see your way out of it, you can’t find a way out on your own. Although you scream at the top of your lungs, your efforts are useless. As much as depression hurts the individual experiencing the depression, the persons family suffers a great deal also. I thank you for this post to help inform and make aware that there are more than just factor involved when it comes to mental illness.
Thank you so much for sharing your experience. It is so difficult to be the one screaming in the darkness and the one trying to help. Your imagery is excellent. I wish you health now that you have been diagnosed and patience to your loved ones as you recover.
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Thank you, I appreciate it. I wish the same to you. It’s comforting to know I can have a support group of people who have similar experiences as I have.