Some quack doctor prescribed my mother a strong anti-depressant. It’s beyond ludicrous because even according to the theory that fans of anti-depressants uphold, she can’t possibly have any chemical imbalances in the brain. Her grief began on the day her husband of 47 years died. She’s not sick. She would be if she didn’t grieve such a loss.
It’s normal to suffer terribly when the people you love die. This shouldn’t be treated like an illness. It’s the definition of human normalcy.
I’d find it an insult to my grief if people started treating it like a disease.