Sick but not really?

I have a cousin that has diabetes. She has lived with it since she was 3 years old (or so). I remember not being allowed to eat candy, cake, ketchup, or anything with sugar in front of her when she came to visit. She went to summer camps for diabetics where she learned how to deal with everything that came with her condition. My uncle and aunt researched since all about it and even today they  are up to date with whatever new treatment there is. She has had a pretty normal life considering how she had to grow up. She is a happy and healthy woman. And I think Her parents had a lot to do with it. 

The thing with depression is that people so not see it as a real decease. No matter how many studies and info is available out there, people who do not have it live in some kind of denial. Like it is not something real, a hobby almost. They make fun and dismiss our condition. And when they try to be up to the task and "accept" that their relative/friend/partner/couple has it, they become extremely condescending. 

I've been dealing with depression almost all my life and not once my parents, sister, Friends or husband have done other than see me as an eternal brat.  In their minds I'm Just this little girl doing   perpetual tantrums. They just sit down and watch, writing for the next meltdown to roll their eyes. Not one has done research on depression, seek for alternate therapy, ask the therapist what the medication has and what it does. Nothing. And is just not fair. This is just as serious as a terminal decease and support is needed. If my family or my husband would take some time to get to know what exactly is going on ('cause depression is not about just being extra sad some times), maybe we could face this a better way, and I could feel "normal" and not guilty for having this condition. 

Mommy has depression

There are two things I can do very well: banana bread and storytelling. Now, since I do not plan to open a Banana-bread-only bakery, I guess I'll stick to the storytelling thing. 

So, once upon a time, there was this lady who had a pretty good life. She had this amazing family, great friends, a nice house, even a perfect dog. But she was born with a curse, a kind of a blindfold in her brain that made her unable to enjoy any of the great things she had. With the help of her friends and family, she set up on a quest to find a spell to remove the curse. But time went by, and they couldn't find the spell. Along the way little by little, people gave up on the search and even on her. At times, she gave up to...

By this ending, you could say I'm a terrible storyteller. The thing is, this story hasn't ended yet. I'm still trying to find this spell, this magic potion  that helps me have a few more better days than bad ones and get a sort of happy ending to this tale. Maybe by letting here some of the pain out, anonymously, I can find the way. Or at least, keep on looking.