Depression As A Whole

Ever pause and read one of those AOL topical extravaganza's? I happened to stop on the topic of depression; its permeation's and symptoms. What causes it, how can we as individuals and a society combat it, et al. Very disheartening. I'll share with you, I suspect most people read the abbreviated versions because they question their own mental stability. Oh not as in window licking mad, but are curious how they can size themselves up according to the norms stated and examined with a particular affliction. We seem to be a species that is ever questioning it’s grasp on reality.  So there’s a compare and contrast with the characteristics cited in an article to what is presently being felt with the objective to see if somehow, by official standards, our mild discontent is really signs of a greater concern of chronic depression.  As the symptoms are delineated we mutter to ourselves;

   "yeah, yeah, that's me, Oh my Gwad! Uh, oh...no...no now wait a second, no dreams of me naked on a Llama.  Thank God!!"
ahem....sorry, I just had to dash in some lightheartedness there. As I continued to read, it dawned on me, outside of a preponderance of 'not knowing what causes' research, that the scarecrow conjecture ended up being, it must be 'genetics' as fallback position of proposition.  Somehow it reminded me of growing up Catholic and when asking the Priest the really hard questions we got 'It’s a divine mystery' Code for you can’t keep asking, and you’re not going to get an answer.

  My view is that our depression is an inability to believe we are in control our lives.  Isn't it interesting that treatment for all of the categorically separated types of depression includes drugs. Well, real-ly? Anesthetize the pain and the problem goes away? I ponder, does anyone see the forest? Now I am not going to get on a soap box and renounce the woes of our culture and society. No, that's not where I'm going with my thoughts this morning. I'm at that place of 'well how about that' and labor to free my own mind from jumping to conclusions. I suspect that's the source of most of my own discomforts, and those leaps prodded by a deeper desire to control outcome; forgetting, as I am most apt to do so often the basics; love is an open heart to life; and now is the perfect time.....so relax, no-thing is permanent.