posted on Aug, 29 2009 @ 04:38 PM
Reply to post by Geladinhu
Perhaps you're unaware of just how many in society (including those who've contributed to this thread) did and do suffer depression ?
I do understand the thrust of your argument. And no doubt you're sincere in all you say.
However, there are those of us who've spent many years in deep depression, clinical and situational. Some of us have been institutionalised as
consequence of the condition. There are very few of us who are not familiar with depression.
In fact, of the many hundreds of individuals I've known and met, I am unable to pinpoint even one of them who hasn't suffered periods of depression,
whether they be children, the very elderly and all those in between
We are also aware of how depression is often rationalised, justified, sensationalised, glamorised and even portrayed as 'useful' and indicative of
'special' characteristics and abilities.
Many of us have justified and rationalised our own depression. Many of us have felt ourselves and our situations AND depression to be utterly unique
and worthy of extra attention and recognition.
Of course we have --- it's what provided the excuse to remain shackled by depression, rather than adopt other coping-methods.
For example, at age nine, I planned and executed a serious suicide attempt. I planned it. I crawled into a large pit destined to be a septic-tank
for a block of apartments. The following day, the tank was to be completed. I knew there was little reason for me to be discovered prior to the final
sealing. It was my intention to be entombed. I took a razor blade into the pit.
Do you imagine 9 year olds don't go through a great deal of contemplation and analysis before planning their own death ? I can assure you, they do.
And it goes on for months or weeks beforehand. The only thing that got me out of that pit was the fact the razor blade hurt a lot more than I'd
expected. During those moments of cutting myself, it hurt more than my mind did. The sense of failure and disappointment in my own cowardice hurt,
too. I explained it as a cut caused by rusted tin and was taken to hospital for tetanus shots and stitches. No-one suspects a child of attempted
At 13, I could barely lift my head, I was so depressed. It seemed to me as if I were trapped in a parallel universe. Colours were weird .. the sky,
sunshine, people, buildings seemed to have oddly coloured 'borders' around them. I couldn't relate to those around me, although I did a good job
of pretending (for other's sakes). Everything seems like cardboard cut-outs, fake, shallow, pointless, meaningless. I felt older than my teachers
and parents. I wondered at the way they carried on with their lives .. as if they were unaware of how meaningless it all was. People performing
stupid antics with their hair and clothing styles .. as if it MATTERED. People arguing in private and then going out in company as a couple and
pretending to be 'happily married'. Exams .. when people's worth can't be measured that way, yet their lives and futures ARE dependent on
The boy who lived on a farm, for example. Parents useless, their brains gone bye-bye. That boy worked the farm before and after attending school.
He was intelligent. Everyone knew it. But with everything going on at home and all the work he had to do .. he didn't have time or a room in which
to study for exams. At final exams, he didn't make the cut.
There were teachers who KNEW the kid could have waltzed through exams if he'd had opportunity. Other teachers of course were simply bodies in
classrooms, picking up their pay, unaware of the fly on the end of their own nose. But those teachers who SAW the boy's potential .. they walked
away from it. There were lots of kids. They weren't being paid to save those who dropped through the net. They picked up their pay, went home,
didn't save him, didn't care. I cared, and he didn't even know me.
Corruption going on all around. If I could see it, why didn't others ? Ah .. but we get older and realise they DID see it .. just didn't care
about it .. were part of it .. were content to be part of it .. VIED for the opportunity to be part of it.
By the time I left home at 17 and for close to 10 years afterwards, depression was my closest 'companion'. I've posted about it before. I ended
up taking the medication. It nearly put me in the ground. It DID put me in an insitution, briefly. So then there was me and myself and the
knowledge that I was going to have to rebuild myself from the ground up. No-one would care if I didn't. I wasn't overly enthusiastic about
continuing this bloody awful existence. But it's not considerate to others to exit, leave the carcass for others to dispose of, force others to
provide 'reasons' for what would be considered the 'premature exit'. Didn't want to lay the guilt trip on anyone.
I knew I had to quit this indulgence, this depressed state. Up to me to 'fit in', deal with the cards I'd been dealt, accept what I couldn't
By then I had all sorts of problems, agoraphobia being but one. Couldn't walk properly. Was having paranormal experiences all over the place.
Didn't know the names for any of these things. Just knew I had to put one foot ahead of me, then follow with the other foot, over and over. Get
moving. Get out of my own head. Look around. Look up. Look sideways. Look behind. Look OUTside myself. See all the others who were doing
exactly the same thing, one way or another.
Sure .. I had every kind of reason to be depressed. No question. Analyse? I analysed as I breathed. A lot of it was good stuff, too. But the
world went on. It wasn't interested in what I had to say. The world was bigger than I. It's bigger than you. It's bigger than all of us.
Millions have trodden these paths before us. And now they're dust. Millions of tons of dust. And the world keeps on, and people arrive and depart.
Because that's the Plan. It's not my plan, not yours, not the other person's. We arrive, we live, we depart. Few of us leave anything of note
behind us. WE think we've had new thoughts. But everything old becomes new again. We flatter ourselves. Yes, we do.
You talk about 'new consciousness'. Do you know how MANY, before you, have said the same? Do you know how LONG that kind of talk has been around
Right now (and a million times before) there's talk of an 'awakening', of 'evolutionary shift'. Same thing. Do you know HOW many times it's
all been said and claimed before?
A lot of it is being orchestrated. It sells books and videos too, of course. This 2012 'event' and the ridiculous explosion of reported
'alien/UFO sightings' are a real money-spinner, as well as part of an agenda (imo).
But it's all happened before. And it will happen again. People will devote years of their lives, and their money and energy to it. People right
now are building Arks. Others are waiting for the 'return' of this or that guru/god/goddess/alien, etc. They believe in what they're doing. They
believe. It gets them through.
Depression can get people through, too - or golf, cookery, pottery classes, drugs, alcohol.
Evolution of consciousness ? There's no evidence. As I've already said, there's been no cultural evolution, either. We're still burying our
dead with flowers and tears, just as they did thousands of years ago. The only evolution has been technological. Culturally, spiritually, we're a
hair's-breadth from melt-down, as always. It could tip at any moment. And THAT is depressing and it depressed me in the past and nearly buried
You believe that being depressed provides you valuable insight which will save/change the world ? To be honest, I don't see any positive result
emanating from your 'insights'. I see anger .. at anyone who questions your claims