Hey folks. Sorry for the five day layoff. The last thing I remember is gnawing on a turkey leg Thanksgiving evening, feeling the tryptophan kick in and the next thing I know…it’s Tuesday.
Just a little levity to start a serious topic. Last November I wrote a blog post titled “Dear Gluten Dude: I’m Suicidal“. It was from a fellow celiac who had reached the end of his rope. It was powerful stuff and as usual the community rocked in their comments.
Another comment came through recently and I think it’s important to share. Sometimes we get so caught up in the gluten-free craziness (reason #37 why I hate that it’s gotten so popular) that we forget the realities of the disease itself and how undiagnosed celiac can lead to some real serious sh*t.
I will never know if my brother had celiac disease, but when I had the symptoms of celiac disease 5 years after his death, I could not help but think of him. I recall his complaints about stomach issues and the drastic change in him the years before he died.
I know in my heart that he was also celiac, but back then we had no idea.
Taking antidepressants was not going to cure him. Two years before I was diagnosed with celiac disease, I too was prescribed antidepressants for my symptoms of fatigue, sleepiness, and low energy. I was not even given a blood test.
After being so anemic I required iron transfusions, I finally got the diagnoses of celiac disease. Since going on a strict gluten free diet, I have not needed any antidepressants.
Oddly, when I have accidentally ingested gluten, the depressed mood is my most dreaded symptom. I hate how it robs me of myself and my thoughts always lead back to my brother and how different our lives would have been had he gotten the medical attention he needed.
P.S. This is my absolute favorite blog EVER. Thank you Gluten Dude for speaking from the heart about the good, the bad and the ugly.
Thank YOU for sharing your story. So sorry for your loss. Wishing you a holiday season filled with peace and love.