Lying through chemistry

I am finally starting to feel almost normal. It has taken this long to get close to normal and rid myself of the effects of the Trileptal. My mood is back to happy, I'm just still tired. I felt like I couldn't quite wake up this morning. I suspect that will be better tomorrow.

I have a new appreciation for what people go through who suffer from depression. I know there are a large number of people who think you just pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again. I find that thinking so destructive and the cause of blame. After all, if you can just decide not to be depressed, it's your fault for remaining so. That would be nice, wouldn't it? It goes back to out antiquated thinking about mental illness.

I admit that there is one mental disorder than I have a hard time with: factitious disorders. I've known more than one person who had this disorder and I haven't been able to get around my prejudice against it. As much as I know that it is a mental disorder, the problem I have is the lying part. The people I've known with this disorder have been especially brazen, even taking things from my history and making them their own. But is it really that different from depressions?

The problem probably lies in the fact that there is action involved in this disorder. Whereas, depression simply is, no matter what we do. Either way, I am trying to be more compassionate for people with fictitious disorders. Then again, I've been trying for years and it isn't getting any better. Oh well.