No wonder so many people are single.
Depression Part Two I remember being endlessly entertained by the adventures of my toys. Some days they died repeated, violent deaths, other days they traveled to space or discussed my swim lessons and how I absolutely should be allowed in the deep end of the pool, especially since I was such a talented doggy-paddler.
But as I grew older, it became harder and harder to access that expansive imaginary space that made my toys fun. I played out all the same story lines that had been fun before, but the meaning had disappeared.
Prehistoric Crazy-Bus Death Ride was just smashing a toy bus full of dinosaurs into the wall while feeling sort of bored and unfulfilled. I could no longer connect to my toys in a way that allowed me to participate in the experience.
Depression feels almost exactly like that, except about everything. At first, though, the invulnerability that accompanied the detachment was exhilarating. At least as exhilarating as something can be without involving real emotions. The beginning of my depression had been nothing but feelings, so the emotional deadening that followed was a welcome relief.
I viewed feelings as a weakness — annoying obstacles on my quest for total power over myself. Which leads to horrible, soul-decaying boredom. I tried to get out more, but most fun activities just left me existentially confused or frustrated with my inability to enjoy them.
Months oozed by, and I gradually came to accept that maybe enjoyment was not a thing I got to feel anymore. I was still sort of uncomfortable about how bored and detached I felt around other people, and I was still holding out hope that the whole thing would spontaneously work itself out.
As long as I could manage to not alienate anyone, everything might be okay! However, I could no longer rely on genuine emotion to generate facial expressions, and when you have to spend every social interaction consciously manipulating your face into shapes that are only approximately the right ones, alienating people is inevitable.
But people want to help. So they try harder to make you feel hopeful and positive about the situation. The positivity starts coming out in a spray — a giant, desperate happiness sprinkler pointed directly at your face.
That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem. It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared.
The problem might not even have a solution. I still like you, though. I have spent the vast majority of my life actively attempting to survive.Carly Hallman is a professional writer and editor with a B.A. in English Writing and Rhetoric (summa cum laude) from St.
Edward's University in Austin, Texas. She has worked as a curriculum developer, English teacher, and study abroad coordinator in Beijing, China, where she moved in In college, she was a Gilman Scholar and worked as a staff editor for her university's academic journal.
But as I find myself reflecting on what happened, I’ve also come to understand how my trauma has been, in a way, a microcosm of a larger, national one. I could so relate to this beautiful column.
It is so very true. When I was diagnosed very unexpectedly with cancer in my 40s, every small kindness from medical staff in particular, whether receptionists, nurses or doctors, had a profound effect on me. I could so relate to this beautiful column.
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It is so very true. When I was diagnosed very unexpectedly with cancer in my 40s, every small kindness from medical staff in particular, whether receptionists, nurses or doctors, had a profound effect on me.
LeBron James explains to SI's Lee Jenkins why he's returning to the Cleveland Cavaliers after spending four seasons with the Miami Heat.
There is an undeniable logic here. Like Trump, West is a persistent bearer of slights large and small—but mostly small.
(Jay-Z, Beyoncé, Barack Obama, and Nike all came in for a harangue.).