Am currently setting a real estate ad for a property in Euston Road. The heading is, "EUSTON - WE HAVE A PROBLEM." Where do they find these people?
I had stuff to write about but instead I'm going to have a rant because alas! workmates are playing a new game today. It is a variation on Who's Fattest? and it appears to be called More Depressed than You. What you do is talk about How I Was Quite Depressed Once, Really. But don't worry, too much, though. We're not talking actual depression; more the bored, self-involved, drinking-too-much kind of depression.
I mean, I hate to be a depression snob, but - wait, no I don't. I'm ANGRY about this and so I am going to go on about it because it's MY BLOG, even though people are going to get fucked off and leave nasty comments.
Here is my opinion: if you have not actually been depressed, don't say you have been depressed. It sounds like a pretty simple rule really but maybe not 'cause a lot of people seem to do it - and for other mental illnesses too ("You know, I really think I have mild bipolar" is an old standard, as is "I worry sometimes that I have BPD.") I mean, ok, it's easy to do because you can't actually see the disease ("You know, I really think I have mild leprosy" is a little harder to pull off) and because there's so much information around that it's easy to be a hypochondriac about it ("I have 4 of the 10 qualifiers for psychosis!") but PLEASE PEOPLE these are not illnesses you can bestow upon yourself because it lends your shitty mood a little more gravitas.
I think a good general qualifier is - and I write this in full expectation of angry comments - being able to identify what type of depression you had. If you asked someone who claimed to have cancer what type of cancer they had and they said, "Oh, you know, just general...cancer" then you probably wouldn't take them very seriously. You might even get a little irritated that they were obviously bullshitting about a medical condition that fucks up people's lives. I know that's an unfair comparison for several reasons (cancer is easier to diagnose, for a start, and has clearer 'types') but hopefully you see my point.
I want to be very clear that I am in no way shouting at people who have actually suffered from, or continue to suffer from, a mental illness.
The people I am shouting at are people who had a couple of shit weeks last June and now consider themselves fully qualified to opine loudly about depression, effects of, and depression, best treatment for; which is, in my opinion, presumptuous, arrogant and completely disrespectful to anyone who has been affected by mental illness. And that is the end of my rant.
P.S. If anyone wants to come to a brass band concert on Sunday I have one you can go to.