On the Mend ● POEM

All around was chaos

She searched but could not find

The feelings she remembered

The quiet in her mind

Lost in streets familiar

Places she should know

Now there’s only strangers

In places she won’t go

Curled up in the lonely

She tries to find her way

Wishing for a guiding sign

Back to a brighter day

Tiny whispers in the dark

Said this is not the end

You are not forever lost

But you are on the mend

©Christina de Vries


You don’t look sick!

After the passing of Robin Williams there has been a renewed focus on depression. Depression is only one of the many difficult diseases that a person might carry but are not visible to others. I cannot feel what you feel anymore than you can feel what I feel. This is why we should be careful to judge.

You don’t look sick! He’s probably faking it! She’s just lazy..

These phrases are not uncommon and I’ve had similar to these said to my face as well.
As you might know by now, I’m struggling with a bad case of tendonitis at the moment. I’m not trying to compare tendonitis to depression as a disease, but they are both illnesses that you cannot tell if people have or not. I tried to stay at my job while I was on my first round of medication but it just got worse. So now I’m staying home, trying not to use my hands/shoulders that much, am on pretty heavy pain killers and I’m getting treatments from a physiotherapist twice a week. It’s painful and exhausting at times, but the feeling of not being taken serious about it is worse. I feel like I have to explain to the people that I know just how painful it is or else they will think that I’m not really sick. I shouldn’t have to feel that way!

I’m not going to go on a rant about this but I just wanted to post it as a reminder! Don’t be so quick to judge! You don’t know what is going on in other peoples bodies. Ask them if they need help instead of trying to figure out how sick they really are, leave that to the professionals. If you suspect that someone around you is having a hard time (in any way) then ask about it before you judge them.

And lastly, all of you out there that are struggling with some kind of illness: I hope you feel better soon!

Stay creative, keep on smiling and never underestimate the power of a good hug!


Big cyber hugs from me to you!! 

Depressingly rich?

Norway as one of the richest countries in the world has a growing problem. We have an upwards statistic curve of suicides and depression, and it’s not hard to get to the place where you assume that this subject is getting pushed under the rug.

Statics show that over 80% of the people taking suicide visited their doctor in the year before they took their life, up to 66% did so in the last month of their life.
In the time between 1992 and 2001 the percentage of doctors referrals to depression clinics went up from 0,5% to 15% and still only 25-50% actually got any sort of treatment!

Why is it so hard for depressed people to get help in on of the richest countries in the world?

Another scary piece of fact about all of this is that the daily doses of antidepressants went up from 90 000 to 95 000 between 2009 and 2011. This was at the same time as the government released new guidelines for how to treat depression. It was clearly stated in these guidelines that antidepressant should be a last resort with patients that weren’t responding well to psychological treatment.
Somehow these numbers doesn’t add up. I refuse to believe that many depressed people has not responded to anything other than drugs.

While talking about this subject with friends over the holiday, one subject kept coming up. How the government refuses to use money on prevention of depression. Is depression being shoved under the rug because the government feels that there is nothing to gain on this case?

I asked for help with depression myself some years back. Went to my doctor and got a referral to a depression clinic. When I called them I almost fainted. They told me that there was AT LEAST a six to eight months waiting period before they MIGHT have had an opening for me.
I luckily got through it with help from close family and friends, but if that’s the answer one gets when building up the courage to actually ask for help, then is it so weird that some just give up? If you really ned the help and no one is there to here you cry for it other than a referral paper that means nothing for maybe a year, is it so surprising that the suicide rates are going up?

And the scariest question of them all might be this:
Has Norway gotten too rich and too proud to acknowledge that we have a growing problem that needs to be taken care of in other ways than with drugs?