You never hear of people being clinically depressed before the turn of the previous century. Maybe they were there, hidden, silent. I bet it was much less frequent than today for a number of reasons. People worked a hell of a lot harder back then. Long hours, manual labor, few creature comforts made each day truly closer to survival. People that are very busy and active have a low correlation with depression – and I am not sure if there is a cause and result. If I am very busy and active – I tend not to dwell on my lack of purpose in life.
I think this is related to ‘why zebras don’t get ulcers’ or why kids that grow up in super-clean houses get autoimmune diseases. I think we need to be physically challenged on a regular basis. It seems I do anyway.
I suppose I am depressed. I tried some of those head medications about 10 years ago but never liked them or found they did anything helpful. I think I successfully masked my depression with booze over the years, but now that crutch is gone. I have not mentioned this to my doctor and thanks to obamacare – will never admit to this. Too many unintended consequences. Humans managed to deal or avoid depression for millions of years before meds. Maybe meds have improved in the last decade – but I think I should cowboy up and try something different first.
Exercise seems to be the quickest way out of a mental funk. My daily routine has me walking a lot, but it takes jogging/biking/climbing every 48 hours to keep the darkness at bay. Walking doesn’t seem to do it for some reason. I learned this by accident this year – I was simply trying to stay busy and avoid drinking. I was doing a good job at exercising regularly in 2012 ever since i left detox in February. The cold weather in October threw my routine out the window and I have been struggling for a few months now.
I can’t bike outside now, the cold air burns my lungs, the ice is too slippery to run on, and my motivation levels are hitting new lows. I suck at running anyway. I need to trick myself and drive over to the heated dome and jog a mile or so. Depression really sucks all motivation out the window and the cycle feeds itself.
Getting up and doing really is the hard part.