I feel a certain despondency over the latest shooting in America. I was on the bike at the gym yesterday, while everybody watched in horror, a story developing. It was a story we’d already seen so many times before. A re-run of sorts.
What are we doing? What are we becoming?
The New York Times reports that the man who shot 12 people yesterday (and who’s name I’d rather not use), and who was also killed, helped in rescue attempts on 9/11 and had issues associated with post-traumatic stress disorder. This makes me ponder our mental health system once again. The stigma and costs associated with getting help for a mental disorder can be limiting to those who need it most. How do we make the health of our minds as important as the health of our bodies? And most importantly, how do we make mental health more affordable?
I have no answers today. Not a one. And I’m having some problem finding any kind of gratitude here, except nobody I know was killed. But that’s not much. We’ve got a real problem here. It’s big and it’s wide. And it doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon.