Depression is a really big deal. Everybody either has it now or is planning for it soon. The commercials for it on TV are truly astounding. They tell you how to get it and what to do to make it worse. If you can arrange for a recession or a car wreck it helps, but you can manage if your team lost the World Series or the Superbowl.
Hating your mother has always been a good one, but now it has shifted to messing up your children. In any case you can name, depression is just waiting till you open the door.
Now notice that the doctors and drug companies are waiting too. They can give you medication that will not only give you side effects and permanent debility, but lead you to suicide.
Am I vilifying a cherished symbol? Are there those of you who read this that think I am overstating a point? Of course, I am. I really love to overstate. Depression has been described and addressed by doctors at least since the second century. It is recognized and researched--and REAL.
My complaint is that as a society we take everything as crushing and defeating. For most of us, depression is a problem we face and deal with throughout our lives. Its victory yell is that self-pitying whine that resounds in every family argument and every friendly conversation. In comes in lots of ways--"I just can't do this right," "He (she) doesn't love me anymore," "Nothing ever goes right!"
So you practice until you get it right, find someone who does love you, and recognize that things mess up on everybody--you are no different.
Yes, I am going to write about depression now that I have gotten over the testiness of the moment. The poem included here helps.
I do understand depression. I have even had it, and the medicine didn't do much good.
If you really want to get depressed this is the road map.
Hating your mother has always been a good one, but now it has shifted to messing up your children. In any case you can name, depression is just waiting till you open the door.
Now notice that the doctors and drug companies are waiting too. They can give you medication that will not only give you side effects and permanent debility, but lead you to suicide.
Am I vilifying a cherished symbol? Are there those of you who read this that think I am overstating a point? Of course, I am. I really love to overstate. Depression has been described and addressed by doctors at least since the second century. It is recognized and researched--and REAL.
My complaint is that as a society we take everything as crushing and defeating. For most of us, depression is a problem we face and deal with throughout our lives. Its victory yell is that self-pitying whine that resounds in every family argument and every friendly conversation. In comes in lots of ways--"I just can't do this right," "He (she) doesn't love me anymore," "Nothing ever goes right!"
So you practice until you get it right, find someone who does love you, and recognize that things mess up on everybody--you are no different.
Yes, I am going to write about depression now that I have gotten over the testiness of the moment. The poem included here helps.
I do understand depression. I have even had it, and the medicine didn't do much good.
If you really want to get depressed this is the road map.
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