PICTURE OF THE DAY

Hanging out on the ropes course, Table Rock Base Camp, North Carolina OB School
Topic: DEPRESSION IN AMERICA
This came off the blog of attollo. Someone else came up w/ the phrase, the 20 something breakdown. I didn’t know how to describe it myself, but this comes pretty close.
“The nihilistic attollo is beginning to awaken again. I have these phases you see. But I’m pretty sure that I’m insignificant and don’t really matter much to anyone, except maybe my dog. That’s why I write here. Who really cares about what I say? I merely scream into the void. My friends exist, but I don’t have the time on my hands to be the friend to them that I should be. I bitch and moan a lot, fight impossible battles, and live an asinine life. I don’t listen enough. I see entirely too much. I think too much. I go emotionally numb at the worst of times, and have it thrown in my face time and time again. I lack religious faith, I don’t follow the status quo. I drink too much, I don’t eat healthy foods the majority of the time, if I remember to eat at all. I need to get in shape, but I’m too lazy to do so. I should probably clean my house a little, but once again: too lazy. I chase pipe dreams, and lack passion. I don’t understand the most simple parts of the culture I live in. I’ll die alone and miserable. I’m only slightly depressed, that too comes in phases. I’m poor, but you can have my stuff if it will make you happy. After all it is your happiness that is most important to me. If I can inspire someone, or make them laugh, then I’ve done my part. I don’t want money, you can have mine. It’s just paper and metal after all. Did I mention I drink too much? I drink alone too. I probably have a problem there. I watch cartoons, and read philosophical texts. I enjoy dwelling in dorkdom. I cry myself to sleep at night. But attollo, you have to be strong. I’m sick of being strong. I’m weak and pathetic. Deal with it. My entire family doesn’t understand me. They don’t know why I want to read all the time, and write long essays on things. They don’t understand why I’m not married and having kids. I’m pathetic that’s why. Maybe someday they’ll read this and finally begin to understand. I have trouble speaking with people, I murder words. I don’t write well either. Through out school, until college, I focused on math and science. My parents want me to go to med school, but medicine isn’t about helping people anymore, it’s about owning a bigger Lexus. See what I mean about seeing too much? I’ve managed to fool people into thinking I’m intelligent, the truth is I’m as dumb as the common rock. I HATE MY OWN MIND. And I hate me. So, end your subscriptions to my site, and let me dwell in my own existential hell. Damn your eyes!”
I’ve never met someone from another country who is depressed in the way that the word gets thrown around here. There’s a new commercial on tv for Zoloft, which tries to describe the medical causes of depression, by showing 2 cartoon nerve cells that “for some unknown reason, have something wrong with them.” Depression may or not be a medical disease, I don’t know enough to make an opinion on that, but what we all know is that it is a social disease as well.
The symptoms of depression are social. In the commercial, they are described as, “anxiety, nervousness, feeling like you’re all alone, feeling like everybody is judging you.” You can argue the causes and cures are medical if you want, but this illness has some big difference from cancer, diabetes, and the common cold.
So, what does Dan think is the cause of depression in America? Hmmmm…I’d have to say the environment and culture that people live in. I recently had a friend mention they think they’re manic depressive. The situation is they are unemployed, living at home, and feels like they have no support system. Another person who I will not name feels like crying at night because their job is so unsatisfying, and takes up so much of their time. They can’t do any of the things they want to do. There’s no time for friends, the gym, or themselves. Work exhausts them. Another friend of mine has been diagnosed as clinically depressed for quite a while. Their depression goes hand-in-hand with their feelings of worthlessness, that everything they do is wrong. Essentially, they have low self-esteem. Their depression makes them want to be alone. Their being alone though, increases their depression.
So, most people I have had contact with who suffer from some amount of depression, have given their explanations for their illness in normal, social descriptions, not in terms of medical diagnoses. I am in no way eliminating the possibility that certain people are medically predisposed to get depression, however, many who have suffer from it, suffer from problems that are a result of financial, social, and other societal struggles.
I also believe the social aspect of depression is the leading cause. By that, I mean a lack of human interaction leads to loneliness in many people. I have heard from several people who, since college, have found themselves to be alone a lot more than they have been used to for 4 years. Suddenly, everyone is wrapped up in their own lives. The apartment becomes a place to kill time between days, no longer the social gathering that dorm life is.
IDEA: From time to time, I’ll come up with ideas that I probably won’t be able to touch for a while, but maybe someday or someone else will jump on it.
Hostels in America for college graduates. Most people who have been abroad will agree, the hostel is an amazing experience. Why? Because you’re constantly meeting new people, and there’s always someone to spend time with, always something to do. Many hostels also have a bar right there, so you don’t need to go looking for fun elsewhere. Why else to people love hostels? They’re cheap. What you sacrafice in personal space, you gain in sanity.
The whole purpose of my blog, is to promote a better life, a more fun life, a more enjoyable life. Along with this, I believe, will be the decrease in those who would consider themselves to be depressed.
Enough theory and philosophizing, though. I want to always leave my readers with something practical they can do, to follow the way of life I am promoting, and to possibly help those with depression, help themselves to live without their disease.
AT THE END OF EVERY DAY, WRITE DOWN YOUR HI OF THE DAY, AND WRITE DOWN YOUR LOW OF THE DAY.
This is an activity I did at my summer camp, which campers completely loved, and I see one camper who actually posts his hi/low of the day as his away message. Get a small notebook, a pen, and all you need is a minimum of 1min. of your day to spare. Then, reflect and recall your day, instead of letting it quickly pass into the next. Recall something good that happened to you and write it down. Realize your day couldn’t have been 100% awful. Recall something bad that happend that day and write it down. Now it’s just something on a piece of paper, not as big as it was in your head.