اِكْـتِـئـابْ (depression);

A lot had been said about this topic. In a world where science is leading all aspects of life, almost, it seems that professionals somewhat jump over some issues related to this phenomenon and stick to science. Not to say this is a bad thing, but also don't expect one with depression to just have the mind and the spirit to digest what had been said about the status, or the feeling. Actually, to someone with depression, it is all feelings, and no room for science there.
It is sometimes classified as chronic, clinical, or temporal; but I'll tell you something that always clicked with me in life, so far. It is an old saying from my folks that goes like: "Too much beating dismantles the iron." I'd argue depression works the same, and what is temporal or clinical, can easily turn chronic with no hope in horizon to be reversed.
Genetics are genetics, but when scientists describe the issue as a "pandemic of modern times," it is obvious that it is way beyond genetics for such staggering levels. Idle hopes, broken dreams, shocking disappointments… one burden after the other build up that bubble around the heart, block by block, until one lies there in the blue, unaware of what does it mean to be happy, or what does it mean to expect good in life (if any), or how it works to be an optimist.
The bulk of humanity is placing the trust in medicine and medics, and talk about magical pills and scientific miracles that would alleviate this plague and help one function relatively normal (to the society); yet I wonder how much would these do for the soul and spirit? Meanwhile, no one is talking about a kiss, a caress, a hug, and a shoulder where one can rest a head, and shed some tears without the nuisance of the usual advice that they are so sick of hearing: "you must be strong"…
… trust me, they tried.

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