Some of my friends will hate on me for saying this, but I do not believe depression exists.
Or, at least, does not exist in the way our society does.
I don’t accept it’s a disease.
I don’t accept that it’s an excuse for behaviour like this: Link to Sydney Morning Herald article about farmer Geoff Hunt killing his wife and three kids. Or, for that matter, any anti-social, criminal or inappropriate behaviour. I have though sat in criminal courts and listened to solicitor after solicitor stand up and say that their client should receive a lesser sentence because they are suffering from depression, are being treated for depression etc etc etc. I have never though heard a solicitor stand up in court and explain their clients actions as being caused by their dysfunctional liver, or excessive acne, or ingrown toenails.
Defence solicitors love depression because it’s undiagnosable, in the clinical sense. Because the prosecutors can never stand up and counter “Prove it!”
Years ago, I made a comment on a forum where I referred to depression as “a code-word doctors use for ‘this person needs to get their shit together, and won’t'”. When I wrote it, it was flippant, and half-intentionally inflammatory. But the reality is that, over time, I’ve found evidence to back the comment keeps piling up.
The standard argument against my claim is that it’s biological, beyond the control of the patient, a chemical imbalance in the brain.
But it’s not. Current medical science does not know what the ‘balance’ should be, so of course, they cannot measure an imbalance. And even if this ‘imbalance’ theory were right, I ask this: if your depression is caused by a chemical imbalance, when was the last time anyone gave you a diagnostic test? To measure the chemicals in your brain? You haven’t had such a test? Know why? It’s because they don’t exist. Because, as I’ve already mentioned, doctors know it’s not real.
The other argument is that depression is a result of a lack of serotonin. Since we do not know what the appropriate level of serotonin is, the only way we have come to believe it’s a lack of serotonin is that boosting serotonin in a depressed person improves their depression. This proves depression is a disease in the same way that sculling a bottle of vodka proves that sobriety is a disease.
In the last ten or so years since my initial comment, I have encountered a single example of someone who had “depression” as a result of a quantifiable biological cause. Actual, measurable, clinically-identified. But I’ve encountered hundreds who have claimed they were biologically depressed who weren’t.
If depression is not a disease, what is it?
It’s a failure to cope.
And the only way to address it is to do the things depressed people claim they can’t do (when really, what they’re saying is they don’t want to do).
Get out of bed.
Fix your shit.
That’s the only way it gets fixed.
Am I wrong? C’mon, you think I am, don’t you?
And to prove me wrong, you’ll get your shit sorted, get your life back in order, and you’ll still be depressed, right?
Yeah. Sure you will.
Either you’ll do as I say, you’ll fix your shit, and find I’m right.
Or you’ll continue, and you’ll proclaim I don’t know what I’m talking about.
Not because I’m wrong. But because you’re too addicted to the pity-train to hear what I’m telling you.