Harry’s Story with Depression
From 1961 to 1996, I worked in the same profession with the same company. I was married to the same lady for 42 years. I raised four girls, put them all through college and they all graduated with honors. All are now successfully living their lives. I borrowed no money for their college and took out no student loans.
I never had a legal problem or credit problem and I never had a speeding or parking ticket in my life. I used to give speeches and conduct seminars. I was a teacher, a trainer, a multi-million dollar producing agent, the top ranked sales manager out of 2,500 sales managers. I was selected to be a developmental sales manager out of those 2,500-the only one in the company. I used to go through airports, catch airplanes, meet lots of new people, see wonderful sights, be a counselor, a friend. I never had a company complaint, an employee complaint or a customer complaint.
I developed a plan to raise $1 million for our local hospital and did so. I raised 2,500 letters for the mayor for a project he was working on in two weeks, when The Kansas City Star said it would be impossible. I wrote a weekly article for the local newspaper. I lived in the same wonderful house for 30 years.
Then in 1996, after never drinking or smoking, a not-my-fault auto accident broke every bone in my face and cracked my skull. My brain was shook up extensively. I have plates in my face and my bones hurt all the time.
I can never drive an automobile for the rest of my life. From the neck down I am perfect. I can think, run this computer and still have all the knowledge I had. It took me four years to get on my feet, but I accomplished what the doctors said I would never do.
I can work in my nine flower gardens now. I can mow my flat lawn. I have brain seizures because of the accident and don’t know when one will come. They last 30 seconds or so-enough to keep me from driving (it would be too dangerous).
Now, in the winter I look out the window and wish. In the summer I work in the yard. No company will hire me to work out of my house. I could do many things. I realize I am 62 years old, but I don’t want to have to retire. There are no government plans for people like me. The state employment office has nothing. People are afraid of a person who is ill or been injured.
Depression? Yes, lots of it, but I pulled myself out of that also. I did it. So now I learn and study from my computer. I laugh when people complain or gripe. They should really be challenged and see what it is like.
Ponton, L. (2020). Harry’s Story with Depression. Psych Central. Retrieved on April 5, 2020, from https://psychcentral.com/lib/harrys-story-with-depression/