Hi All
Haven't been on here for a while.
Some months ago, I thought I may be suffering a form of depression (anxiety, low mood, dissociated, contemplating self harm etc), so I joined this community - which is great! After chatting to a few people, the advice I heard most was get down to my GP, which I did. She did all I could expect of her, offered me medication if I felt I needed it ( which I declined because that seemed a big step to take, I suppose also an admission of something too) and put me in contact with a counselling service. As so often happens, just talking to someone felt like a load had been lifted, and I decided (maybe foolishly) that actually I was ok for now, that I could handle this thing on my own.
Last Christmas I volunteered to go to Sierra Leone to help fight Ebola. My GP had to confirm that she thought I was mentally ok to do this, and I persuaded her that A- I was feeling better, and B- maybe something like this would be good for me for various reasons. So I went, and it was a brilliant experience, I would go again without any qualms. However, since returning, some of the things that fed my negative moods before have become magnified. As an example, I witnessed over in SL many people in serious poverty striving to do something with their lives and fighting against the odds to get educated. I can honestly say that I had better conversations over there about the stuff of life that really matters than I ever seem to have here.
Anyway, my depression - if that is what it is - has returned, and the question I want to ask the members of this community is this......
Most of the stuff you read on depression talks about the individual feeling their life is without point or value, and while I do feel that, what goes on in my mind in a never ending discourse with myself is not self analysis or about me at all, it's about everyone else. Why do we live in a society that values the superficial over everything else? Why are we allowing the world to be destroyed? Why does our media tell us only what they want us to hear, and why do we put up with that? We are a country that supposedly loves animals, and yet future generations will look back on us and ask how did we allow the mass destruction of species to happen. I hate that we are sleepwalking through this.
I know many people think these things, but for me they are taking over my brain. I am constantly angry. I feel like stopping people in the street and haranguing them for their blatant consumerism. Sometimes, when I'm watching apocalyptic type films where society collapses, a part of me thinks it would be a really good thing. It's not that I'm a bit peed off, this is every minute of every waking hour thinking everyone around me is a waste of space. Don't get me wrong, I'm nothing special myself, but I don't go around exuding self importance. Does anyone else get what I'm saying? Is it like an inversion of depression? Am I just talking crap. Anyone still reading? Xx