For several years I have battled depression. I have been able to keep it in check with the help of counseling, medication, and TV shows where someone accidentally gets hit in the groin. That last treatment doesn't always work, though. And I've found it is not as funny if you make it happen on purpose, especially at a funeral.
Depression eats away at you from the inside. Worse is that it doesn't even entitle you to use the handicapped spots. This is why it is called "the silent killer". Or maybe that's what they say about gas leaks. I'm not sure. Either way, you still don't get to park near the entrance to the mall.
Well said, Chris. I have been attempting explain depression for a long time. However, I have never been to put into words that most people understand. Your words I do understand.
For as long as I can remember, which means well back into my childhood, I have suffered from “melancholia.” I much prefer that word to the more clinical term “depression” because most folks do not understand what I mean when I speak of being depressed.
I realize that everyone is depressed or melancholy at some time. What the majority people do not comprehend about melancholia is that it is with one (me) in some form all of the time. So when people ask, “What is making you depressed?” they do not understand my answer: “Nothing.
Depression is not like anything. Words are symbols we use to communicate things, but their meaning is only distantly related to reality. Nothing is like anything. Everything is. Depression is knowing that.
Blessings to you,Chris
Posted by: Sometimes Saintly Nick | October 31, 2008 at 06:07 PM