"The opposite of depression is not happiness, but vitality, and it was vitality that seemed to seep away from me in that moment." In a talk equal parts eloquent and devastating, writer Andrew Solomon takes you to the darkest corners of his mind during the years he battled depression. That led him to an eye-opening journey across the world to interview others with depression -- only to discover that, to his surprise, the more he talked, the more people wanted to tell their own stories. (Filmed at TEDxMet.)
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Today was the closest I've felt to being depressed. I laid on my bed unable to move and while I did, I somehow still searched up this video for comfort. His words touched my heart and I felt connected to him in a way. Thank you, Andrew.
What does ( clinical ) depression feel like ? NOT. The ironie is that when the stage is reached of living like a plant, an entity being a cluster of molecules amongst all clusters, it doesn´t hurt because you aren´t feeling anything anyway. TO BE CONTINUED, Arij Dijkshoorn, 52 years
How depression enter my life a demon a dark soul just creeps in and slows you down to the point you don't want to do anything is a very scary thing ... let's not let depression win...if depression was human if it could be a person we could see I'll would beat it so much his speech gave me chills he gave depression a whole new meaning it gives me good Gump.
Right Spot on depression, O .o but yeah fighting depression is different for everyone. but we all need to choose to fight it. The question I have now is can i really continue being happy as a Cosmic Nihilist?
I have major depression disorder and extreme anxiety disorder. I've been fighting this war my whole life and honestly the last 10 years or so it's just gotten progressively worse. I've heard it all. From medical professionals to fellow sufferers and those with nothing but good intentions. This is the most accurate description of what life is like in this war. Even the good days. I felt like I was hearing my own thoughts. Those who don't have these alignments just don't get it. Despite all the good intentions, love, and trying their hardest to remotely understand. My war is unfortunately is likely to get worse before it gets better and it will never be over. Depression doesn't go away. Just some days are better than others. I implore anyone suffering from depression to listen to this. You wont feel alone and that's invaluable to people with depression.
Happy World Mental Health Day! I hope his story can reach out to people out there who don't understand about depression. So I put Andrew's voice and made some music as my interpretation. Please come by to listen: https://bit.ly/Nullity
Be careful to comments: depressed people aren't usually very open about their experiences. You won't find them as really sad people looking for comfort. I really hope no one had to go through this but openly looking for piety when you don't suffer from it is very egotistical.
Depressive attitude is infact mostly dissociative and is a sort of apathic loss of meaning more than a passionate sadness.
You may not know but there are way more openly optimist people in the depressive disorders community than could be believed. These are people that usually fight for others to see them as a positive, sweet figure as much as to try and cheer others despite they're inner state. All the depressive thoughts are relegated to when they're alone and safe from judgement.
So don't exploit it to have a fill up on ego and compassion.
Watching this video again after several years makes me realise that I might be finally coming out of my own mild depression. I was in the same confusing lack of vitality for some time after graduating from studying a subject I didn’t love, but now it’s getting better after I took a leap of faith and went to study another field overseas and numerous more doors were opened for me. The future feels more exciting everyday. This experience is nothing compared to what other people have gone through but I’m aware that life is going to be long and I will have to experience much heavier losses soon. Thank you for giving what I was feeling a name and giving this entire amazing speech.
I had 2 major surgeries in 6 weeks, and I was severely depressed because no one could explain how & why I was sick so I can get better from the surgeries and have it never occur again. I was lying to everyone who came into the hospital room(s) because I was in 2 separate hospitals to heal me from this unknown illness. But I hid my frowns, tears, and fear from every doctor, nurse, and family member who visited every day, including my boyfriend (now husband) who slept in the convertible chair to single bed with me every night. Then, I lost it when I was about to have another medical test and another type of IV line put in besides the 3-lined central line in my upper chest. I hadn't been out of bed for 2 days which was strange for me since I knew that being on all the meds & having 2 major surgical scars that were healing, blood clots were dangerous if you're sedentary. Then I started crying in front of the nicest janitor who came in to clean the room every day (she always sang) and she would sprinkle baby powder on the bedding (we didn't know it was a carcinogen then) and wished I would feel better every day. She told the head of nursing in my ward (because we didn't know what made me sick, but we knew I developed abscesses and fistulas from my 1st surgery) I was in the cancer ward. I would try to go around the ward, cheering people up who were hurting really bad from doorways and tell them my funny whoopsies even though I was so depressed (nasal-gastric tube, catheter, colostomy bag covering over a drain hole from my 1st surgery, wheeling my IV meds with 4-5 bags of meds and 2 machines plus the patient pain button thing) since I was supposedly healing by not eating or drinking after they removed the abscesses in 2nd surgery in new hospital. So the head of nursing usually has the training to prescribe antidepressants for patients who are hospitalized long term like I was... I mean I truly spent the last week of May to June 1 on IV antibiotics, sent home, come back b/c CT scan shows massive infection so bad its swelling a disc in spine & damage to fallopian tube (turned out to actually be eaten in half by the time of surgery) to do surgery, let out a week or so after July 4th when the drain from the 1st surgery did something to me when I was in the middle of standing up from my wheelchair (I was outside to watch fireworks) and it hurt me so bad I froze bent over in the middle of standing & apparently went really pale but it was such a sharp pain that I couldn't even breathe. So this hospital sent me home (I didn't think I should b/c I still felt really off & sickly but they were "smarter & wiser". And 2 days later, it was oozing stuff rather than healing like it was supposed to. A week & a half later (including another hurried CT scan) my OB-GYN (who had been the one who was freaked out by the need for 5 ER visits the month before my 1st surgery and all the serious, severe blood work irregularities all the ER visits ignored since they simply assumed the chronic vomiting and pain I kept coming in for were either drug addiction and withdrawal symptoms or an eating disorder since I had lost 26 lbs in that month... and because I couldn't eat, I was doing a piece of bread with honey but every time I ate, I would vomit for hours and hours, past food, the infected bile, and stomach acid which was hurting my tongue and tonsils. But the OB-GYN sent me to a different hospital for the 2nd CT scan results and had me take all my copies of records (which he authorized so I would be able to get them that day) from hospital #1 to hospital #2. Another OB-GYN who told me I had to wait for the wheelchair to my room when I thought it was just an appointment to talk about what & how & when I needed to come in for another actual physical exam... nope, right then... (sorry again for the month-long unshowered body, Dr. Weed but there's no way to wash your body without getting the healing scar wet or the oozing drain hole wet when they are down your belly button to an inch from labial skin plus 2 small healing scars from where they filled me with air) and I am told I can't eat after 9pm because I have surgery #2 in the next midmorning (he's the only surgeon to show me on the CT scan films why I was having surgery which helped me a lot). So, after that one, I was in that hospital for two surgeries and like 2 days from 10 weeks straight, another drain was put in my vaginal cavity for 2 weeks while we used saline to flush twice a day, a central line (that's when they were phasing out the use of demerol for the use of fentanyl... and for those use, I totally agree b/c demerol had torn my veins apart which ruined all my usable IV veins while fentanyl made me feel like I was fine/normal rather than having just experienced 2 major surgeries as well as severe rapid weight loss, as well as no pain from the nasal-gastric drain, cather-including when I stepped on the line and caused an issue but felt normal so never told the nurses until before surgery #3), and surgery #3 was to remove the fistulas since trying to heal them by not eating or drinking wasn't working well enough in all that time. I only got to eat 2 days after surgery #2 and the 5 days after surgery #3.
Can you feel how hopeless it was since I had been seeing a doctor for feeling well since the August of the year before because I was having so much problems with my stomach and other abdominal areas that hurt so much. A year where I was coming home from the ER visits to cry uncontrollably because it felt like the whole medical system was simply going to let me die. So, in the 2nd hospital, the nurses saw me unable to stop crying and talking calmly that I was feeling a bit low since they took me off food and I wasn't going to be able to go home after surgery #2. So I was 22 years old, majorly ill, food deprived, and told that I wasn't going home anytime soon. The doctors & nurses had to figure out a way for me to eat the Prozac so it would be digested instead of sucked into the nasal-gastric container that worked 24/7 when I was in my room and hooked up to the wall but it took 3 days for the very high dose of Prozac to be felt & I was back to walking the halls, going to smoke (it was back when you could okay... and it should be allowed b/c it's a comfort when you are there so long that I saw patients die and finish their radiation/chemotherapy and go home whilst I was there before they were), and tell them about every time I wet myself as soon as they removed the catheter I'd had for 8 weeks straight. Like every 5 minutes, I had to pee within a minute of the sensation in my bladder (and I couldn't get anywhere fast enough since I had a full IV stand full of machines that plugged into the walls and/or unhook my nasal-gastric drain too). But the Prozac was like a hitting a wall. Wham! "Depr....-what? Let's go to the gift shop or the hair parlor (the hospital had a real 2-sink hairdressers who would also go patients rooms if you called & booked an appointment)?!" A 180° mood change... but I left the hospital without any prozac and it sucked.
Depression has gripped my life for so many years ... I have fought it so hard . I fight it every day . This guy has described my experience down to the last detail . There is no cure ..... we can only fight it . Some days I win . Some days I lose . And on some days surrender to it .
What if no one really does love you? What if that is actually true? I'm not saying this about me, but there are many people in the world who isolate themselves so much that they have no friends, family, etc.
The poverty of the english language and many other languages rings true. For a long while I refuse to call what I'm going through as "depression," it feels void and completely shallow, especially in a world who takes the word too lightly. I won't even acknowledge it even in my thought processes or writing. I avoided using it in everyday conversations or trite observations. People underestimate the power of words. Perhaps a lot of people misunderstood and easily dismiss these mental illnesses because we throw around words like "depression" or "anxiety" without care.
You scrolling through the comments listening & watching this video.
You’re not alone. You are loved, you will be loved. You’re valuable to every one on this earth.
I’ve been living with this for 5/6 years, I take it day by day. Hour by hour. Minute by minute. I hope I’ll be okay.
As you will be too
Respectfully disagree on one critical point... the argument “if you feel better, then you’re not depressed anymore”... would render alcohol a cure for depression... but what you’re depressed about still remains... right?
what helped me/ helping is lsd and a lot of thinking, think about everything and trace it all the way back cut your life into everything, solves some answers sometimes, even if they unsolve themselves later, tripping think seshs have helped me alot, as it makes you think in a new way and you can realize new things
He is like Edgar Alan Poe. I have always been depressed, born this way, it is a struggle. I was involved with X games & now I am in chronic pain, so the things that used to do to help me, I can’t do anymore. I feel all the things he says. I have a fear of decomposing so I won’t intentionally die. I tried Zoloft, but it turned me into a zombie. I don’t understand how to overcome or treat depression, everyday I can’t eat, or shower, or move, I am like frozen.
Ryōkan Taigu (1758–1831) was a Japanese Zen Buddhist monk in Edo Period. He wrote in his letter to his friend as follows. When you have met a misfortune, try to accept it. In the time to death, please accept it. This is the best way to escape from misfortune. Hmm, what do you think of his words ? We are trying to reject the hard reality, that's why we are suffering. In fact, every misfortune is a good fortune to teach us a lot of things. It might be a so hard trial, but we were all born to learn them. You might never understand it now, but the time of noticing it would come.
Depression is the cancer of the soul. The end of all communication with yourself, with those around you, with everything. It is only the life instinct that makes you carry on. And if this state takes too long, even that instinct may not be enough to hold you alive. Suicide then looks more and more like the island, the soil that could save you from drawning. I had nearly 4 years of this state. I can relate to this nice person. But I don't agree to the "positive" effects of depression he is talking about. And I don't think that God or whatever/whoever hears any prayers - there are many people who prayed in vain. If you are depressed - don't wait! Go to a Doctor!!!!!!!!! Don't rely on prayer. Or pray, ok, but also consult a Psychiatrist!!!!!!
Depression is an experience you don't need to have. Absolutely not. It does not make you stronger, it makes you more sensible - but the price for this is much too high.
I had en ECT treatment followed by 27 months of medication.
I wish all the people who suffer from this a speedy convalescence.
Diagnosed with 8 disorders in February, 4 we're drug disorders and other 4 were mental. One was persistent depressive disorder and the last year and a half of my life has been one of the most difficult of my life. Can anyone out there offer some kind words? I don't have many I can talk casually about it without being scolded or resented
All I have to offer you is that you look at what you have written and recognise that part of you (that hopeful, alive, seeking part) that chose to write and connect with others. That is what will help carry you through the darkest of times.....it will always be there.
I have wondered this too. Are people who have never experienced anything like this able to "get it". I think of myself before the "black dog" first bit and I don't think I would have ever had the capacity to imagine such a place existed, or that my mind/self was capable of such things. Carol
After trying a heroic dose of mushrooms I got rid of my fear of death which would make killing myself that much easier but while tripping I had the greatest sense of happiness but days later I'm back down here.
1995 I was diagnosed with clinical depression. Middle age was coming on and I needed something to aim for. My goal was simply to recover. Find the cure, and buy it. I had suffered for as long as I could remember. So drugs and therapy were the prescription. I complied. Finally thinking about my future and perhaps now there might be hope. Now after over 20 years. I am prepared to say. There is no cure. I would call it a disease, but they have useful treatments. Even a cure. You might even inoculate for them. This does not.
Everyone here...i love you all...
I dont think many of us, including myself, will ever really get "over" this, but as long as i know yall exist, it kinda makes the pain a bit more tolerable. I can breathe through the cracks a bit having yall around. Peace and love my brothers and sisters, i mean that from the bottom of my heart
It's incredible when in the relapses of depression you see the weeks,months, years that you have been a walking corpse. And how devastating it is to know the precious time we have on this earth that we call living is consumed by the suffocating masquerade of death.
I read MANY of the comments and oh boy I am not alone. We are not alone. Somewhere it feels good to feel understanding and understood about something which pervades/ dominates our whole life. Maybe we are all just people who can't ignore the inequality between humans according to money gender skin colour religion. Those who can ignore the daily horrors of our human societies, they can be happy and successful. But "If you're not part of the solution, then you are part of the problem." GOOD LUCK TO US ALL
The only reason I haven't killed myself is because I do not want to hurt my family and friends. But I am slowly realizing that after you're dead, you don't have friends, you don't have family. I don't know if I can go on much longer. I stopped feeling much emotion about 3 years ago. As described in the video, I didn't enjoy things i used to. I can honestly say that I almost stopped loving anybody. I can't bring myself to do simple tasks. It feels like almost every night, I look at a bottle of pills next to my sink, while brushing my teeth. I've been medicated for my depression and anxiety. But. It. Does. Nothing.
Loving prayers and good wishes to all of us who have depression.
The Serenity Prayer is my mantra:
God, grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change
Courage to change the things I can
And wisdom to know the difference.
Living my life one day at a time, and living in the moments of each day also helps in living with my depression.
I am 56, an alcoholic, drug addict clean and sober since 28-1-1994, one day at a time.
I have had depression since 7 years of age.
I have Relapsing remitting multiple sclerosis, diagnosed 2008.
And I found out for a routine MRI in early 2018 I have schizophrenia.
I am OK with my schizophrenia, as I know why the voices are in my head. But I refuse to take medication for it as I don't want to NOT feel and be bombed out of my head.
This is why I live one day at a time, as the future does not look good and the past is the past, so living in the moment for me is a good thing. I want to share this, and let people know a glimpse of my story.
I have no friends that I can turn to and I'm estranged from my family and my teenage children. Such is my life, I am grateful for everything I have had, have lost and have yet to experience.
May your God bless you all and look over you.
Magnifique, rien à dire (j'aurais juste voulu savoir quel impact cela a-t-il eu sur son activité artistique étant donné que j'en suis très affecté), il a su trouver les mots justes. Voilà ce qu'on devrait montrer bien sûr aux dépressifs mais surtout à leurs proches qui ne comprennent pas ce mal. Le début avec les métaphores est d'ailleurs exceptionnel. Et il argumente avec d'excellents exemples. Je suis personnellement dépressif depuis 3 ans et demi et je vais mieux : je suis dans l'état qu'il mentionne à la fin. Si vous voulez parlez avec moi, par n'importe quelle moyen de communication, pas de soucis. Force.
J'ai une playlist avec des vidéos en tout genre sur la dépression (chansons, vulgarisation, débats), dites-moi ce que vous en pensez :
Et il est possible de me parler en privé. Invitation > https://youtu.be/addme/obdjuKEhF9R_k7dcmuuIgUSiNeebTg
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could depression be a sort of gravitational force that alternate within certain range , and in order not to have depression you have to adjust your rhythm with this force or at least keep it within acceptable range that should get broader with time not otherwise.
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Antidepressants are medications that can help relieve symptoms of depression, social anxiety disorder, anxiety disorders, seasonal affective disorder, and dysthymia, or mild chronic depression, as well as other conditions.
They aim to correct chemical imbalances of neurotransmitters in the brain that are believed to be responsible for changes in mood and behavior.
Depression Medications (Antidepressants)
These are the most commonly prescribed type of antidepressant.
Serotonin and noradrenaline reuptake inhibitors (SNRIs) are used to treat major depression, mood disorders, and possibly but less commonly attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), anxiety disorders, menopausal symptoms, fibromyalgia, and chronic neuropathic pain.
SNRIs raise levels of serotonin and norepinephrine, two neurotransmitters in the brain that play a key role in stabilizing mood.
Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs) are the most commonly prescribed antidepressants. They are effective in treating depression, and they have fewer side effects than the other antidepressants.
SSRIs block the reuptake, or absorption, of serotonin in the brain. This makes it easier for the brain cells to receive and send messages, resulting in better and more stable moods.
They are called "selective" because they mainly seem to affect serotonin, and not the other neurotransmitters.