Depression to me is like a little demon/devil that lives inside of you. I watched this video of this guy on youtube who basically said how he viewed depression. He said…
“Humans possess this instinct of survival, humans want to survive, that’s why they eat and they work, all to keep them alive. When you have depression, that instinct vanishes, it isn’t there anymore. You want to die. You don’t see the reason of why you are here or why god put you here. You become confused and eventually kill yourself”
I can’t remember if he said that last part, that might just be my input.
But you get the idea, you know. Depression essentially leads you to death, or it leads me to death. I feel exactly like what he said.
What do you guys think?
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I see it as parents that kick me in the ground.
Interesting. I guess I think of it as being dropped in freezing ocean with no land in sight. On calm days you tread water, swim, or float without any clue how to get back or prepare for the next storm. It’s been such a constant in my life that it’s now an environment. Like you said, not one conducive to survival.
I’ve had friends who struggle with depression that say they’ve never been suicidal. (Who knows, though they’ve never given me any reason to doubt them). I once heard suicide described as “violence turned inward.” For me that rings true; I’m interested to see what other answers you get.
If I believed in demons, I probably wouldn’t be so depressed.
I’ve heard this expression before, and I do believe that it holds true for many people. I still don’t believe that all depression is caused by a chemical imbalance in the brain, or “demons,” but rather, sometimes I think it is caused by responses to the outside world. In other words, sometimes it seems more like the world itself is the problem, though I suppose unmet expectations would partially be responsible for leading people toward a negative perspective, thus leading to depression.
Interesting. I kind of understand this and it makes sense for me. There is no reason that triggered my depression, yet I still have it. I have been blessed into the best family, I have a roof over my head, food on the table, I haven’t lost anyone that was super close to me. This might be the reason.
I feel the same way only there are days when it gerts so bad, I already feel dead