Sunday, February 10, 2013

The Joy of Depression

A few years ago, before I came on the scene (So I can't be blamed.) my female staff went into the bathroom one morning to find my male staff standing in the shower, weeping uncontrollably. Her first thought was that he had run out of shampoo and had realised that he was going to have to get out of the shower, dry himself, fetch a new bottle of shampoo and then start all over again. A quite horrific prospect for someone who doesn't like showering much in the first place. But then as she watched, he climbed slowly out of the shower and still dripping wet, sobbing and naked he slid to the floor.

Strange, thought my female staff. He doesn't usually do that unless he's drunk, but since it was only six thirty in the morning she felt that this was unlikely - even for him. Normally she would have kicked him in the ribs and told him to get up off the floor and get her breakfast ready, but something told her that on this occasion all was not well. It may have been the loud, ragged sobs tearing from his throat, but she thought that perhaps a gentler approach might be more appropriate. Between sobs he declared that he couldn't go back to his work as a travel agent. That was quite obvious. Nobody wants to buy a holiday from someone who's tears are soaking their brochure.

 A cute photo of yours truly will relieve anyone's depression.

When he finally uncurled from his foetal position and stopped weeping my female staff drove him to the local doctors surgery, where all the doctors were out playing golf, but he was able to see one of the cleaners. I'm kidding of course. It wasn't a cleaner at all. It was a courier with an urgent delivery of a new set of golf clubs for one of the doctors. Anyway, the courier diagnosed my male staff as having anxiety and depression. He had little to be depressed or anxious about and yet something odd happened in the depths of his pea sized brain, some sort of chemical imbalance. It happens to thousands of Australians and millions of people around the world. For some it becomes unbearable and they end their own lives. Luckily it didn't strike my male staff in that way, though it's true that for a while he didn't really care one way or the other whether he lived or died, there was no way he was going to harm himself since he is entirely allergic to any sort of pain.

Why am I telling you all this? Well, I don't want my male staff's fellow depression and anxiety sufferers to think that they are on their own. My male staff overcame his problem with the help of medication (which he refers to as his loony pills), exercise, and an enormous amount of support from my female staff and his employer. Just know that there are ways out of the blackest depression and there are people that can help. In Australia there is Beyond Blue and no doubt there are similar organisations in your country too.

I'm having a week off from doing a footnote this week. Oh bugger! I've just done one.


  1. Thanks for sharing this, Billy. I have anxiety issues, myself, and without my own loony pills and the support of my lovely husband (and my two piggies, of course!) I'd be in rough shape.

  2. Bravo! The more that speak out the more who will understand and support or seek support *pawhugs*

  3. I'm glad he found help. It's a horrible illness and has a lot of stigma attached to it.
    Good to see you and Badger looking very cute though.

  4. My piggie boys are a big help for me with my anxiety and depression, when I go into lows. And I call my loony pills 'brain drugs'. I love how everyone gives them different names! Your male staff is not alone, and I commend him for sharing his story.

  5. That was a fantastic post. Sometimes being a little serious is a good thing and I'm sure that anyone who suffers from depression would feel better hearing how he has worked his way through it. Also, both photos are adorable, as always.

  6. Thanks to you male staff for sharing us story. Cute photos boys

  7. Thank you so much for sharing your story. As always your perspective brings a smile. Sharing is the best thing we all can do. No one has to feel alone. xxx Leigh

  8. Having depression doesn't mean you have a Humour Bypass- if anything you find the laugh in the simplest things to keep yourself going!Brilliant blog - I too have done the primordial howling sobs, thought oh bugger I need help and went and got it. Don't wait to do the same, okay? Love you loads for speaking up! xxxxxxxxxx

  9. Hi, Billy and Badger!
    This is actually my very first time to post a comment to your postings. I do read your blog almost every Monday. But I felt compelled to reply to this blog post as I found myself incredibly moved by it. Please give your human a big {hug} and {kiss} for speaking up about depression. He is not alone. The others who suffer from it should not feel alone. By the way, I have to blame you for my occassional coffee spills as I burst out laughing while reading your other posts. Regards from Arizona, USA!