Depression is still a dirty word

Twitter is such a great place to explore the boundaries of one’s understanding, argue about footy, mock other people harmlessly (although sometimes harmfully, to our chagrin) and to share cute photos. Never in a thousand years would the originators of Twitter (@jack, @biz and @ev) have realised what their micro messaging/blogging platform would do to provide the glue which binds together so many different elements of society.

Nor would they have have realised what an oasis of humanity they would create for people who are either purposefully or inadvertently isolated from the rest of the world. Parents of children with autism, people in the far reaches of their continents, people with mobility impairment, and people with depression – all are isolated in some way but many are able to reach out and connect with warm, caring, considerate and helpful people somewhere else on the interwebs.

I’ve written about this before and I shan’t do so again tonight. But it is Capril, and I know some of my fellow depressives have endured setbacks over the past 12 months. I know I have. So in recognition of Capril (@Capril_April), I thought I would place in one spot the pieces I’ve written about depression. I’ve also included my piece on fearlessness which, while only tangentially related, is important to this discussion.

Depression is still a dirty word. We still have a long way to go in creating an understanding that it can be no worse than diabetes in the workplace.

Reach out if you think you have depression or if you think someone you know might be struggling with putting the black dog back on the leash.

Author: Drag0nista

Political columnist at The New Daily | Editor of Despatches & AusVotes 2019 | Author of On Merit, a book on the Liberals' *women problem*. Former Liberal staffer and industry lobbyist. Studying the entrails of federal politics since 1989.

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