The truth about depression

All right, it's come back again in the last week. Depression. It's been behaving exactly like a flat mate I used to have. I haven't been able to fathom, despite my advertent analysis, how and when that thing creeps in. As happens with most people who are possessed by the menace, I too do not know the cause of my depression. But finally, I think, at least I am beginning to take cognizance of the fact that I may be clinically depressed. Normally, people don't like to admit that they have this condition. In today's world when there is so much emphasis on "being happy" or "feeling good" or "having fun", there is just something awfully depressing (pun intended) about admitting the whole thing. Anyway, prodded by a friend, I finally decided to post something on this.

Admittedly, I was a bit amused to find out that there's also a website called www.depression.com that gives rudimentary information on the same. They are quite serious about it! However, allow me to share my revelations (think it should qualify as revelation especially considering that these days every everyday experience is shared as a revelation or an insight, thanks to the mass media) on the subject. I have found a rather simple solution to the problem. I have come to the realization that depression is like a spirit or something - eternal and constant. It cannot be eliminated or reduced. You can't sit around thinking of ways to kill it entirely. True, that's depressing again but let me also quickly add that there is a way out. It can be passed onto others. That is the best way to get out of it. Perverse, you may think, but it's true.

Now, how can you pass it on? Firstly, you may go for a really depressing conversation with someone, who may then catch it from you. It's like a spirit, present in everyone. You just have to help the person find it. Or secondly, you may act as any jerk around you does. That will definitely do the trick.