June 17, 2016 at 5:28 pm

Wow, kudos to you guys for admitting and educating fellow members of this community about depression. It is a “curable”/manageable condition but only if you acknowledge you have it and accept the circumstances. Depression is deadly if the person keeps on living in denial about the situation and that is a lot harder to treat.

That said, I don’t think I have it but I have experienced going through bouts of sadness and brokenness as part of my journey in life. Failed relationships, frustration  – these are common triggers for me feeling down so I can’t imagine how it must’ve been for people suffering from depression.

June 17, 2016 at 5:30 pm

In late 90s, I had experienced a great depression. My family doctor has dispensed me with a Valium, an anti-depressant drug. I took it for two weeks time. I had to take it regularly or else I would get mad.

The situation got started when my eldest son took 4 cough tablets to relieve himself of the problem he had with his wife. He opted to do it for he couldn’t handle it anymore. He was 20 years old at that time. When the incident happened, I was at school. My wife just called up and informed me what had happened to our son. I was totally at a loss. I didn’t know what to do. My school principal was worried of my misbehavior.

I went home without seeing my son who was rushed to the hospital. My wife who was too brave enough was taking care of him. She told me later that the hospital won’t admit our son for my wife didn’t have a money to pay for a hospital initial deposit. The indicator of the vital organs of my son didn’t show any improvement anymore. He seemed to be clinically dead. My wife shouted to the attending nurse. Giving up, the nurse asked my wife if I had a medical card. My wife said in affirmative. The attending doctor was in a hurry to revive my son and he did it.

But the depression who kept on bothering was uncontrollable. I just prayed and make myself calm. My wife had called up our son’s vital bodily functions are back to normal and he was brought to a private ward. Because of that terrible experience, I became hypertensive.