There are many reasons one shouldn’t work the night shift. What follows is just one reason.
For the last 2 nights, I’ve been focused on psychiatric disorders. Oh yes. I’ve had episodes of depression over my lifetime. I’ve had visits with therapists and psychiatrists. I’ve had diagnoses. Every time I struggle with mood issues, I try to psychoanalyze myself, which makes me wonder if any of the doctors ever had a clue what was or is wrong with my brain in the first place? Did they diagnose me, or did they go with what I suggested was wrong? They don’t call it practicing medicine without good reason.
Tonight, I found myself wondering just how many psychiatric disorders there are? So I googled it. According to the DSM IV, there are only 250. Seven billion people on the planet with issues, and there are only 250 neat little disorders to pigeonhole people into? How can that be? Is it because most people don’t seek help for their problems? Why do I feel this incessant need to have an explanation for why I am the way I am? Who wants to be labeled anyway? The label implies you’re destined to be the same way all of your life. It just bugs me.
When I ask God why, He doesn’t say anything. Well, that’s not entirely true. His Word says I am a new creation, loved, blessed, adopted, forgiven. When will those labels fully sink in? Why do the world’s labels still matter?