There is a chronic disease in our modern society.
In just two generations it has increased by 1,000%.
It’s killing our best and brightest.
Our most creative and beautiful souls.
Often it goes unseen.
Undetected.
Until it’s too late.
It doesn’t discriminate.
You may be a teenager, entrepreneur or a mum or a dad.
It strikes the rich and famous.
The gifted.
This disease can come and go.
Rises and falls.
Some people think they have conquered it.
But a crisis happens. A financial challenge or the loss of someone close to you.
That disease is depression.
Anxiety.
It has many faces.
And just recently it made its acquaintance with me.
I’ve seen it up close.
It turned up at my front door.
I’m now looking for answers.
No easy cures
The journey to solve and cure this disease has been in progress for many decades.
There are counsellors, psychologists and psychiatrists.
Drugs, retreats and places to escape.
Good habits and routines.
Physical exercise.
Resilience skills.
It’s complicated
But our minds are complicated.
There are no magic pills, potions or silver bullets.