One man’s story of dealing with depression….
I have suffered from depression since I was a teenager. I am now 61. I did not know I “had” depression until I had a breakdown when I was 50 and was admitted to a psychiatric clinic. Even then, I remonstrated with the consultant psychiatrist. How could I, a man who had been orphaned at 16, and who had made his way in the world on his own since then, have a mental illness?
I had, without a family, become a solicitor, and a Judge. I’d also married and had three lovely children and a 5 bedroomed house in Caversham, Reading. I was the epitome of a self-made man. Not bad for someone who’d spent his early years in a Barnardo’s orphanage.
I told all this to the psychiatrist in a very objective way. He was clearly concerned, I could see it in his face. He asked me if…
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