On those gray days when my despair is palpable it seems such a high price. But on my good days, oh, those glorious, delicious, good days, of which there are many, you will quite often catch me singing. Out loud.
I don't live in Florida or Rjuka, and I have not the time or inclination to erect giant mirrors on Willis Tower. But I am going to proactive. I will be making do right here and staring into the light for hopefully a happy winter.
My concern is that if we add grief, or internet addiction or "Facebook depression" to an already-growing number of diagnoses, we are likely to find that nearly everyone on this planet suffers from mental illness.
We should continue our cultural tradition of recognizing grief as a normal (and expected) human experience. If anything, the grieving person may benefit from support and sympathy, rather than being diagnosed as mentally ill and treated as such.