Lol we just had a posh doctor move in downstairs so I told him that the neighbourhood had totally gone downhill since he moved in...re: armed police raids
happened in my street last year too.
i didn't notice until the daily mail rang my doorbell to see if i had anything nasty to say about any local brown people.
I never thought counselling was much cop until a mate of mine ended up getting a high-end business job in New York, getting up at 4.30 in the morning to work until 7 at night when he went to the gym, got home, ate and went to bed. He'd thought moving to New York was going to be the best thing in the world, but after three months he'd literally met no-one, and was horribly miserable. He went to a counsellor, just to talk to them every week about his life, and I really saw the benefit of them then, sometimes there isn't anyone to talk to.about counselling and all that.... i really felt it was a waste of time, a voice inside me was saying "do you think i haven't thought of THAT?" - i felt like my intelligence was being insulted.
Actually, yeah - banging on and on and on about it to all and sundry probably won't help that much. I was lucky enough to have one or two people I was able to talk to in confidence and at length, and talking to them was the trigger for a fuller recognition of what was going on in my head. Just another way of bringing structure to an inchoate mass of feelings, which was the important thing for me; finding something to hang everything on...this is probably totally wrong for others but for me talking about it is the worst thing to do
I made a major breakthrough in controlling my moods about two years ago. I realised that my mood is depressed greatly whenever my mind has nothing difficult or novel to get immediately immersed in. Now, I now tote lists of anagrams to unscramble or practise mental arithmetic where I would otherwise have nothing at hand to think about (especially when I'm out and about - walking round town etc). It has to be something pretty high-intensity, or it won't work.There seems to be less and less correlation between my moods and the actual events in my life.
this is certainly a part of the dynamic.At the risk of sounding glib I think the main cause for the 'modern malaise' is the belief that there is such a thing. As far as I can make out, depression in the Olden Days (or 'melancholy', as it was called) affected primarily either the super-rich, who could afford everything and therefore valued nothing, or the over-educated and over-academic who sat around stewing over the meaning of life while everyone else was getting on with real life. Not that I'm advocating mindlessly throwing yourself into doing things without examining why you're doing them, of course, but at the same time, I think constantly examining how happy you are is likely to make you less, not more, happy.