Depression – here I use the term in a strictly technical sense – is something very different from sadness; it’s a terrible condition which is always linked to the idea of a final conviction, issued continuously on every moment of one’s life. And here we run immediately into language problems. Far more understandable are the pains of bereavement, poverty, hunger and unemployment. Although depression itself may result from each of these elements, it’s the idea itself that seems to have something wrong. The commodification of the word ‘depressed’ has really destroyed most of its medical semantic value. - Giorgio Fontana, Berfrois.com
Image: John Constable, The Sea near Brighton, 1826. (Click to enlarge.)
Well written by Giorgio Fontana, and a brilliant pairing with the Constable painting on Berfrois's Facebook page. Depression is not quiet, it's a distracting static that at best is mercilessly stupefying like the sound and motion of waves insufficiently small to be merely lulling or memorizing, but not quite crashing, never gentle, either, and collectively, always ominous, sometimes slightly so, sometimes dreadfully so. It is a gray sea without sight of land. It is not small. It is not "feeling blue," it is not "having a bad day," and when one is on it there can be at times a pitching back and forth between desperation and lassitude.