Good Mood: The New Psychology
of Overcoming Depression
Abraham Lincoln:
I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally
distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one cheerful
face on earth. Whether I shall ever be better, I cannot tell; I awfully
forebode I shall not. To remain as I am is impossible. I must die or be
better, it appears to me.9
An English novelist who had made two serious attempts at suicide:
I don't know how much potential suicides think about it. I must say,
I've
never really thought about it much. Yet it's always there. For me, suicide's a constant temptation. It never slackens. Things are all
right at the moment. But I feel like a cured alcoholic: I daren't take a
drink because I know that if I do I'll go on it again. Because whatever it
is that's there doesn't alter. It's a pattern of my entire life. I would
like to think that it was only brought on by certain stresses and strains.
But in fact, if I'm honest and look back, I realize it's been a pattern
ever since I can remember.
My parents were very fond of death. It was their favorite thing. As a
child, it seemed to me that my father was constantly rushing off to do
himself in. Everything he said, all his analogies, were to do with death.
I remember him once telling me that marriage was the last nail in the
coffin of life. I was about eight at the time. Both my parents, for
different reasons, regarded death as a perfect release from their
troubles. They were very unhappy together, and I think this sunk in very
much. Like my father, I have always demanded too much of life and people
and relationships--far more than exists, really. And when I find that it
doesn't exist, it seems like a rejection. It probably isn't a rejection at
all; it simply isn't there. I mean, the empty air doesn't reject you; it
just says, 'I'm empty.' Yet rejection and disappointment are two things
I've always found impossible to take...When I'm not working, I'm capable
of sleeping through most of the morning. Then I start taking sleeping
pills during the day to keep myself in a state of dopiness, so that I can
sleep at any time. To take sleeping pills during the day to sleep isn't so
far from taking sleeping pills in order to die. It's just a bit more
practical and a bit more craven. You only take two instead of two
hundred...
In the afternoons my mother and father both retired to sleep. That is,
they retired to death. They really died for the afternoons...But during
those afternoons I used to be alive and lively. It was a great big house
but I never dared to make a sound. I didn't dare pull a plug in case I
woke one of them up. I felt terribly rejected. Their door was shut, they
were absolutely unapproachable. Whatever terrible crisis had happened to
me, I felt I couldn't go and say, 'Hey, wake up, listen to me.' And those
afternoons went on a long time. Because of the war I went back to live
with them, and it was still exactly the same. If I ever bumped myself off,
it would be in the afternoon. Indeed, the first time I tried was in the
afternoon. The second time was after an awful afternoon. Moreover, it was
after an afternoon in the country, which I hate for the same reasons as I
hate afternoons. The reason is simple: when I'm alone, I stop believing I
exist.10
A California woman:
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I am 49 years old. All my life I've been a very functional, active
person, totally community-involved. I have three children, aged 20, 23 and
29. I was married for five years and divorced, then married 20 years and
divorced and remarried once more.
I was a dancer, an Arthur Murray instructor. I did stitchery. I did
mosaics. I attended night courses--psychology, architecture and theater
classes, I was totally involved and doing.
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