Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life. It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.”—
This post brought tears to my eyes. I can totally relate to it, no doubt.
(Source: sherunsfromdarkness, via arpeggia)
Have you tumblroos heard of Out of the Darkness Overnight? It’s a walkathon, of sorts, where people get together and walk 18 miles through the night. Why are they walking and why through the night? It’s all to help raise awareness about depression and funds in support of suicide prevention.
Have you ever been depressed? I have. It took me a while to even realize it, because for me, in my life, it was such an unfamiliar experience. But that’s not the case for many people, indeed, I know that many of you out there struggle with depression every day.
Growing up I’ve had friends who had their own struggles with depression or depressed mood disorders. In middle school and high school I didn’t know how to handle it, and, in retrospect, I think I often handled it poorly. I didn’t understand and their depression scared me with its weight. Unfortunately, I think this is an all-too-common response. People too often turn to look the other way because they don’t know what to do. Sure, not everyone who’s depressed needs the same thing, and sometimes, alone is good, but I know that for me, and for many people I know, just knowing that support is there, if and when it should be needed, can make a world of difference.
To be completely honest, I don’t know all the ins and outs of this organization, Out of the Darkness, but one of those high school friends I mentioned is doing the walk this year in honor of another one of those high school friends, and while you all have things to do, bills to pay, and trips to save for, I thought that maybe, just maybe, some of you might like to support her in her efforts to help this cause.
Or if not her, anyone, anywhere. Depression is hard, but ignoring it doesn’t make it go away. Be an ear to listen. Volunteer for a crisis center or hotline. Smile at a stranger on the street. Just try to remember, that as fucked up as this world and the people in it can be sometimes, at the root of it, we are all humans, and we are all emotional creatures.
Why We Speak Freely on Social Networks
Via Scoop.it - Knowmads, Infocology of the future
We message on Facebook but in-person I’m awkward and you’re shy. When our Twitter conversation went from @ messages to direct messages, you seemed more reserved and I felt more open to speak my mind.
Twitter is harder to resist than cigarettes and alcohol, study finds
Tweeting or checking emails may be harder to resist than cigarettes andalcohol, according to researchers who tried to measure how well people could resist their desires.
They even claim that while sleep and sex may be stronger urges, people are more likely to give in to longings or cravings to use social and other media.
“Modern life is a welter of assorted desires marked by frequent conflict and resistance, the latter with uneven success,” said Hofmann. Sleep and leisure were the most problematic desires, suggesting “pervasive tension between natural inclinations to rest and relax and the multitude of work and other obligations”.
The researchers found that as the day wore on, willpower became lower. Their paper says highest “self-control failure rates” were recorded with media. “Resisting the desire to work was likewise prone to fail. In contrast, people were relatively successful at resisting sports inclinations, sexual urges, and spending impulses, which seems surprising given the salience in modern culture of disastrous failures to control sexual impulses and urges to spend money.”
“With cigarettes and alcohol there are more costs – long-term as well as monetary – and the opportunity may not always be the right one. So, even though giving in to media desires is certainly less consequential, the frequent use may still ‘steal’ a lot of people’s time.”.