The following is a column from Cliff Richey, author of the book ACING DEPRESSION: A TENNIS CHAMPION’S TOUGHEST MATCH ($19.95, New Chapter Press, www.CliffRicheyBook.com)
I read a good book recently by Daniel Pink called “Drive.” It’s about what motivates us in our work life and the importance of meaningful work and not just a pay check. Mr. Pink’s theory is us humans are wired to seek and want meaning but are not always able to achieve it. He considers meaning to being active in something bigger than yourself and having a positive impact on others.
In my case, I have become a mental health advocate over the last 12 years. Having been a two-time Davis Cup champion and the “World Points Champion” in 1970 I’ve been given a platform to be an advocate for those who fight Clinical Depression.
And I know Clinical Depression.
Yes sir, I know Clinical Depression.
It has been the toughest opponent of my life. At any given moment, 20 million Americans are sick with it. The U.S. has been a leader in treating most diseases. Mental illness is a disease. Clinical Depression is a disease. Ask the ones who can’t get out of their bedrooms and go to work. Ask the ones whose friends and families haven’t seen them in months. Ask them if it’s a disease or something that you should just “get over” and get on with your life. Hey guys it’s a real disease. And it comes laden with rumor and stigma.
Crazy.
Nuts.
Loon.
We know the words. If we think about it, it’s not so much the person suffering the disease that is being marginalized. It’s the disease that is being offered up as a human weakness of mind and character. Or even a moral issue. We sometimes are told “just get over it.” Tell a person in a diabetic coma “we all get lightheaded sometimes just snap out of it!” No, we all know better than to do that. Unfortunately, too many of us are not up to speed with Clinical Depression and mental illness.
So I’m a mental health advocate. I never had a big serve in tennis. I would have given a lot to serve like my friend and many time foe Arthur Ashe. But now as a tennis pro, I want to be known for serving and acing depression. I’ve been given a mission. I travel the country speaking to mental health organizations, universities, and at tennis clubs and I get back much more than I give. As I talk to others, it has given me a healing. In a way, that is part of the Golden Rule — do unto others. God’s laws work.
After I spoke in New York recently, a young lady showed me her arms. She pulled up her sleeves and showed me old needle marks. She’s been clean for ten years, but depression has been an unwelcome visitor in her life. She was crying and told me that my speech meant so much to her. We hugged and with tears in my eyes I told her to stay with her recovery, and it is a battle she can win. A person with any disease needs encouragement. I could give it to her because she knows I battle depression too. There is hope. There is recovery.
A man in Lubbock, Texas shook my hand after my speech. In his hand was $300 cash. He told me that he had fought depression most of his life. He wanted me to give people my book “Acing Depression” to those I thought would benefit from reading it. He had tears in his eyes too. He told me to keep up the work of advocacy. Keep throwing punches at this awful disease.
I spoke in Arkansas and a young man brought his father to hear me. After I spoke, they came up to me and visited for a few minutes. The son said, “My dad used to be a college tennis coach and knew who you were.” I found out the son was worried about his dad because he hadn’t left his house in months and spent most of his time in the basement. The father said to me that
night, “I needed to hear your speech.” I said, “I know.” The old coach checked himself into a treatment facility the next day and got help for his Clinical Depression.
This new chapter in my life gives me meaning. I’m told I am truly helping others, and, as importantly, I feel I am getting mental illness and Clinical Depression in particular into the mainstream of health care. I am a hard nosed competitor. As my Australian buddies used to say — “I’ll be caught trying.” Come on, we need everybody in this fight of acing depression!
* Photos are courtesy of the Riverside Mental Health Association in New York, taken during their annual Gala.