I take depression very seriously, having suffered with it myself for years. It’s a monstrous disease. A disease both of brain chemistry and of spirituality, and I’m disturbed by the flippancy with which it’s treated. Too many people with mental health conditions are treated as though they’re whiney self-indulgent weaklings who could pull themselves together at any moment, as if they hadn’t already tried a million times. It’s an education problem, one that really worries me.
More broadly speaking I suppose the prevalence of depression is a somewhat inevitable phenomenon when sufferers don’t have access to the mental health services they need, when economic opportunities are scarce but consumerism runs rampant, when our youth feel isolated, objectified, commodified…
I don’t take it lightly. It kills.