Some good points. Depression can be a very subjective illness, and I believe it exists on one side of a very fine line as well. It's interesting in that unlike a great deal of mental illnesses, depression can be experienced by people who are quite mentally healthy. In fact, I doubt there's anyone on earth who's never felt depressed. It can be a state of mind, like fear or boredom. But for those of us who "have" depression, it's a little more than that. And yes, as a disorder, it definitely does exist.
Eschenbach wrote:My idea of depression would be being unhappy regardless of the situation you are in, until you get rid of that depression you will never be happy even in the best environments, it will stay with you and ruin the best days of your life.
That's a good way to describe some of it's aspects. But it runs deeper than that.
Eschenbach wrote:Many people probably feel they have depression, but it's the reality of their lives making them feel low
That's what I mean about the fine line. People who have been clinically diagnosed with with depression, such as myself, are capable of feeling that pedestrian "I had a bad day and now I'm depressed" feeling. But we also are capable of falling into that deep abyss of hopelessness that is a true depressive episode.
The thing is that people with depression know the difference.
I have had many days where the weight of the world gets me down, but it's nothing like the hopeless, dead, sodden feeling of a true depressive episode. Sometimes, when I'm merely feeling down, I feel the need to kind of walk on eggshells because it's not unheard of that the simple everyday "blues" will cascade down into the real thing. Also, there are times when I'm feeling OK, but there's a creeping, lurking sadness in the back of my mind that I feel I must get a grip on before it gets worse. Also, and I don't know about anyone else with depression, I can definitely feel the difference between ordinary sadness and depression. I think differently. I move differently. I eat differently. I could go on forever about this; the music I listen to is different, even the way I leave clutter around my apartment is different.
The thing is, like everyone else, a bad day, a tragedy, or a streak of bad luck can bring on a deep depression for me. Like you said, there could be a temptation to write it off as a refusal to deal with the problem/issue at hand and instead wallow in it, but with true depression, I don't simply wallow in it, I become it. If it were merely the common blues, talking with a friend, trying to solve the problem, or rationalizing it usually makes one feel better. With real depression, you feel you have no friends, are too tired/defeated to even begin to try to tackle the problem, and rationalization just flies out the window and heads south.
Eschenbach wrote:Many people probably feel they have depression, but it's the reality of their lives making them feel low and telling yourself you have it is a distraction to changing it, because they forever think it's internal. If people stopped blaming it on their own positions and realized it could be the world around them, they would change it. Although some people genuinely do have depression.
I think that pretty much says it all and answers your own question.
Oliveira wrote:The sort of person I am describing goes "no" and stays in the puddle of mud, then continues to complain about it non-stop. A learned victimhood that leads nowhere but to more victimhood.
I find that I just don't have the energy to get out of the mud, and I don't have the faith to believe the beach will be any better.
Oliveira wrote: I suspect the people (I know two of them) actually greatly enjoy the state in which they are victims and the entire world is against them. Is that depression? I'm not 100% sure. You'd have to ask a doctor (which the two people will not do, because there is danger they would have to do something about it).
There have been threads on this topic I've answered to, but I'll say it again: sometimes I feel comfort in a state of true depression. Cocooned. I don't have to worry about work, or bills, or anything like that because I don't care. Total self absorption. Also, it's like a career criminal who had spent more than half his life in prison and commits a crime so he's sent back because he's more comfortable there. He's better at navigating in prison than in the outside world. I've spent long streches of my life in a true depressive state. So much, that SOMETIMES, in SOME respects, it's like coming home.
As for there second part of what I've quoted from you, I do know that despite my apathy and lack of energy, I always seek out psychiatric help when I get depressed.