Depression is described as a state of mind were one has a feeling of darkness surrounding their everyday life. Apparently 75% of Britain's population, at some point in their lives, suffer from depression, making me wonder how the other 25% can be so damn lucky.
Depression to my mind is an adverse effect on the pace and stresses of life, both in the economic and social sense. Were people depressed before such modernity, or has this state of mind become a by-product of our modern entity. I believe anxiety is a primary catalyst in causing depression, forcing its victims to neglect the joyful parts of their lives. Money, partners, workload, all these pressures cause anxieties, and often haunt our lives, smashing our emotional wall from every possible angle.
Certain tricks to hide such anxieties in our lives are to be an avid supporter of a self-promotion scheme; looking into a mirror, with your demon staring straight back at you, and telling him that you are a good person. I personally find this a difficult feat, trying to overcome my low self-esteem, and I do often wonder why that is. A lot of people have a lot of different ideas, thus making us human and all brilliant in our own way. However, it is a strong desire to becoming a well-rounded and nice person that holds so many problems. This, in my opinion, means finding the perfect balance between narcissism and self-worthlessness. How long do I have to stare into a mirror and tell myself I'm a good person in all its senses, before I become arrogant and ultimately a textbook narcissist? Alternatively, how long do I have to be modest and undervalue my achievements, before I become a textbook depressive?
Finding the perfect balance in this modern entity, to my mind seems to be the key in having the happy and complete life we all strive for. Unfortunately, I can see extremely small pivots balancing such long parameters, holding the key to our plain wishes. If one has money in abundance, does that mean other key aspects in one's life will be neglected; true friendships maybe?
Seeking for our perfect, or at least our happiest path throughout our short lives, in my opinion, seems to be a losing battle. Maybe everyone suffers from depression, but that lucky 25% are either better at hiding it, or better at dealing with it.
Trying to digest what makes one feel down, poses so many anxieties, which ironically is just more fuel for the fire. Maybe somebody can find that perfect equilibrium, majestically elevating their lives above everybody else's, but I don't think I'll ever be so lucky. However, by taking away this innate ambition may take the strong hold off one's life, maybe not gaining that most wanted equilibrium, but forcing some sort of content in one's life.
