That's what DH told me about my bipolar and depression that has hit me hard. It also pretty much sums up his attitude about my bipolar--when it gets bad I'm to pull myself up by my boot straps and do something about it. Make it go away and stop. To that my response is usually, "I'll do something about my bipolar when you do something about your diabetes."

That always ends the conversation but it still irks me. Since when is mental illness like a stomach ache--you take something for it, the stomach ache goes away, you don't deal with it again. It seriously makes me want to slap people upside the head. You can't make mental illness disappear anymore than you can make diabetes, autism or cancer suddenly disappear.