I can relate. I come from a family where depression and anxiety (along with many other mental/emotional problems) are rampant, yet most people in my family seem to think that any issue along those lines can be fixed by “bucking up”. And using medication for such things is met with equal absurdity.

It took all the courage I had to tell my mom (in a letter) that I was severely depressed and had been advised by a doctor and counselor to try an antidepressant. She made me feel like a pariah; like a weak person and like I was being stupid for trying meds. I wish I’d never told her.

I will never understand people who think that way or who treat others like that.

“ Those who are healthy do not need a physician, but those who are ill do.” (Luke 5:31)