We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
For every person who says “I’m unhappy” there must now be a thousand who say “I’m depressed.” The change in semantics is important: the person who says he is unhappy knows that there is something wrong with his life that he should try to alter if he can; whereas the person who says “I’m depressed” is ill, and it is therefore the responsibility of someone else — the doctor — to make him better.
For the sorts of Psychiatrists who find it valuable to probe below the surface, there are many sorts of depression and many causes. Even grief can sometimes lead to a debilitating depression.
In my private office, the most common "cause" of agonizing, if not always debilitating, depression is narcissistic injury. These patients often can benefit enormously by psychotherapy alone, and can end up far healthier and stronger than before.
Is there not correlation between happiness and ignorance?
After all, who is happier than a child?
As we extend the healthy lifespan of humans, we shall have to find a way to reset the mind, to scrape off the accumulated barnacles of Weltschmerz, which are positive impediments to happiness.
Whatever happened to sad? It at least rhymes. I can't imagine Dr. Seuss writing Hop On Pop using either unhappy or depressed.
Dad is depressed.
All because we hopped on Pop.
Dad is on Cymbalta.
Side effects include swelling of the tongue and choking to death, and suicidal thoughts.
But at least he's not depressed now.
We aren't sure what he is.
Then there is "sadder but wiser" which I assume originated with the last lines of Coleridge's The Ancient Mariner.
Both Gray and Colerdige must have been echoing "He who increases knowledge increases sorrow." (Ecclesiastes).
Without falling into more contemporary platitudes such as "no pain no gain" and "what doesn't kill me makes me stronger", I think the palette of the human conditon requires the grey shades from time to time.
No disrespect to psychotherapy intended.