The thing about depression - well, one thing about depression - is that it saps the patient of the desire for a cure. It's a sort of psychological cancer that causes a slow inward collapse. And for me the implosion often seems to coincide with the end of the semester, when I really need to be productive, and productive in very specific projects, if I want to pass.
The comparison to cancer is particularly apt as psychologocal illness is now where cancer was perhaps 20 years ago. Some of you may recall that we didn't used to talk about cancer; it just wasn't discussed. We've moved past that, as a society, where cancer is concerned, but we're not there yet on psychologocal illness.
Of course, of course, it's all in my head, though...
Q: What did the doctor tell the patient who had brain cancer?
A: "Don't worry, it's all in your head."
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This is right on. It took me the longest goddamn time to seek treatment because I couldn't believe that illnesses of the brain are illnesses of the body. The big scary with depression is how it saps the impulse to seek help, and also disinclines a person towards the connection with other people that could be the way out. I blame Cartesian dualism. Once we get over the illusory mind-body split, I think we'll be in better shape with this stuff.
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