Yesterday fourteen years ago my father died. I miss him. He was a larger than life character with strong opinions and a great sense of humour. I remember sitting with him listening to The Goon Show on the radio. He would have tears streaming down his face whilst many of the jokes went over my head.
My father gave me many things. He gave me shelter, he gave me nutritious food, he gave me a strong moral compass and best of all he gave me love.
Unfortunately, he also gave me osteoarthritis, bunions and depression. All things I wish I never inherited. It is well known there is a strong genetic link to depression which I did not escape from.
We grew up experiencing my father’s episodes of depression where he would lie in a darkened room and we three kids would have to creep around the house trying to be as quiet as possible. Although I knew something was wrong I never knew what it was. In those days they called it a nervous breakdown.
Eventually he received the right medication to allow him to lead a normal life. Now I am hoping that I am getting the right medication which will allow me to lead a normal life free from anxiety and depression. Each day is getting better and I’m looking forward to happier days.
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