Stayin’ alive, that’s the job in February, especially one this brutal. But I’m sitting in a bright, hot ray of sunshine, pretending it’s summer. It works if I don’t glance outside, at the swaths of white.
One of the insidious and misunderstood aspects of depression is that it should not happen to people for whom all is going well.
Well it shouldn’t but it does. Although triggers can come from external factors, the source of depression is internal. The notion that one needs to be somehow downtrodden and beaten up by life to be prone to this disease leads to the type of stigmatization that marginalizes its sufferers, and makes us feel – in that Protestant way – that we should be counting our blessings instead of whining about our woes.