Earlier this year I had gotten back in touch with my father, who has been in prison since I was 2 or 3. The only memories I have of him are visiting him in prison between the ages of 9-11. I figured after nearly 2 decades of incarceration, he'd be as dumb as a rock, which is why I've avoided getting into contact with him earlier. When I finally picked up the phone (he had been calling and texting from a cell phone he wasn't allowed to have) I was very surprised. He was articulate and straightforward, a no BS kind of guy. In a matter of minutes I could see where my sort of cold intelligence came from.
Naturally, he was ecstatic about finally coming into contact with me. He wanted to give me the advice and guidance that he had missed out on giving me the past so many years. Most of it was hooplah, however one of our conversations made a light bulb turn on in my head.
We were talking about recent happenings, I was telling him about how my recent depressive episode put me in a position where I couldn't get a job and grind like he was encouraging me to do.
He says "Okay, you have depression. How do you manage it?" I told him, "I've had it for most of my life, I doubt there's any getting rid of it. I just live with it." Then he says, "Okay, you've already decided that it's never going away. So how do you MANAGE it?"
*Ding*
Just then I had realized that if I don't want my condition to reach debilitating levels, I'm going to have to draw attention towards it
