Cliff Hanger said:
The people I know with the creative temperments who have been able to make a living are the ones who have a huge support network.
I never had a support network at all. I grew up in the days when people didn't really acknowledge depression -- especially in kids. Heck, my mom still
thinks I'm depressed because of something she
did. I love her even though she's that goofy.
I was well into adulthood before I went looking for help but I managed to support myself in a creative field and, while I guess it depends on how you define successful, I did pretty good by most standards.
But who knows? If my parents had recognized my depression and tried to help me I might not have spent my entire youth locked in a dark room (in the photography sense, not a dark room, in the emotional sense) learning the tricks of the trade. Maybe treatment would have squashed my creativity.
I worry about this stuff a lot. I have a madcap seven year old son who has been diagnosed with depression and anxiety. I adore his creative roaring but other people, especially other kids, find it a bit strange.