Depression

They say a mother is only as happy as her least happy child.  Oh how true that is.  The hardest thing over the past year has been seeing Phoenix depressed.  4-year-olds should not have to deal with depression.



As we approach the holidays I'm reminded of last year, he was so sad then, almost all the time.  Things have definitely improved, we have more good days than bad now.  Yesterday was a great day, today was not.

Even the "Phoebe" in drawings was sad back then. That's Phoebe on the left and my sister on the right.



Someone told me last week that there's never an excuse to medicate a young child, that a 5-year-old has no reason to be depressed, and that she didn't see how anything could not be fixed with support.  Yeah, if love and support could magically fix things we'd all be fine, sadly that's not the case.  And if I have to choose between a medicated 5-year-old and a suicidal 5-year-old I'll choose the medicated one.  I know I'll have to deal with these encounters with uneducated people forever, not looking forward to that.