As I write this entry, I have just celebrated another birthday. This year is not particularly special, but people are always so nice about recognizing that it is a special day in my life. Perhaps the fact that it is not particularly special is a good thing, and I want to share why I am thinking that way.
When someone is facing a major illness, a birthday can be a very big deal. Here, birthdays mean survival. They mean hope and faith and love and life. If I remember correctly, the American Cancer Society had a big ad campaign on TV about donations and support leading to more birthdays for cancer sufferers. The intent here is wonderful, and everyone should have as many birthdays as possible despite what conditions they may have. Of course, sadly, we know that many people do die from cancer, and that birthdays are cut short. We also know that cancer is an important health issue to address.
But, I wonder – what about a “more birthdays” campaign for mental illness? We know a lot about mental illness here: it tends to strike a lot of people when they are young, and people with mental illness tend to die earlier than others. And, as I know, death can be an unfortunate outcome of depression or other mental disorders. In many ways, mental illness is a lot like cancer, but I have yet to see a “more birthdays” campaign for mental illness. Perhaps we should work on making that happen.
But, back to my birthday. I feel incredibly fortunate because my birthday is not a big deal – I am not trying to fight cancer or mental illness or any other serious disease. My birthday is just like any other day, and I wish that all birthdays could be like mine.