Ugh.. With the snap of a finger, poof, no more sadness or melancholy or what have you, eh?

My experience was two fold back then. On the one hand I had a mom who though she meant well, believed that all you needed was family for support and to talk it out. Well, that's partly true in terms of being supportive and encouraging but she painted psychology and meds as completely off limits. She eventually came around as her aunt, my cousins mom "educated" each and every one of us about bipolar disorder in my early adult years. My cousin has that. That was a couple of decades ago.

My dad on the other hand thought nothing of sending me to therapy during the divorce years, I was 10. To him it was chic and he could rack up points in his newfound bachelor years for being a doting single dad.

My diagnosis came well after all of that. But, I don't talk about mh with my family. I brood still at times. Certainly, utilizing a grateful list helps with the brooding. At the same time, life isn't always a bed of roses, why pretend? (as that stop being sad it's easy mentality does come accross)