I’m an old hand at railing against mental illness. (Check the scar tissue around my eyes and heart.)
I’m also a reluctant but fair hand at pandering to the beast. (Scratching and clawing against a brick wall gets you nowhere, especially when given the option to simply walk around it and getting on with things.)
However, I am crap at doing either when faced with depression in a loved one.
I’m uber empathetic to it. Can even explain it rationally to myself and other bystanders. But to the one who suffers from it, I can communicate squat,
Impatience with the sufferer (however unfair)…
Fury at the beast (however deserving)…
Both are abundant in me, but neither helps.
Pandering and railing are so much easier.