All posts in the depression category


Published June 23, 2019 by Nan Mykel

When I’m depressed, nothing interests me. At other times I enjoy many things.

Among these are drawing, sketching, cutting and collaging, writing, browsing in the library and second hand book stores, singing, looking for indian artifacts in a plowed field after it rains, brainstorming or discussing ideas with a friend, smelling the earth after it rains, looking at rainbows, recalling Judy Garland singings about them, feeling the warmth of my purring cat, exchanging soul gazes with a canine companion, sharing food with friends, friends, laying out under the stars, reading aloud with an intimate, snuggling under the covers while the rain patters on the roof, singing Christmas carols, the lit Christmas tree, walking along the beach collecting gifts from the sea, attending a Quaker meeting, viewing a sunset, flowers, trees trees trees, speculating on strange encounters, watching a heart-warming movie…

Addition to ME AND BERTRAND RUSSELL (Philosopher)

Published June 20, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Bertrand Arthur William Russell, 3rd Earl Russell, OM, FRS was a British philosopher, logician, mathematician, historian, writer, social critic, political activist and Nobel laureate. Wikipedia (Also no-goodnik, but I didn’t know that when I developed a crush on him and almost wrote him a fan letter in 1967.)  He died in 1970, and fortunately I never connected with him personally.  I had read his autobiography for the years 1872-1914 while depressed, and fell in love with his words, which were depressing also.  I was certainly old enough to know better, but his words really touched me. I copied 6 pages of quotes in tiny handwriting in my journal.  What turned me on? Russell Quotes like these:

,,,,in human relations one should penetrate to the core of loneliness in each person and speak to that  (p 220)

…one needs, as the key to interpret alien experiences, a personal knowledge of great unhappiness, but that is a thing which one need hardly set forth to seek, for it comes unasked. When once one possesses this key, the strange, tragic phantasmagoria of people hoping, suffering, and then dying, begins to suffice without one’s desiring to take part, except occasionally, to speak a word of encouragement where it is possible. (p 253)

ADDED 6/25/16:  (p 287): We stand on the shore of an ocean, crying to the night and the emptiness; sometimes a voice answers out of the darkness. But it is a voice of one drowning; and in a moment the silence returns. The world seems to me quite dreadful; the unhappiness of most people is very great, and I often wonder how they all endure it. To know people well is to know their tragedy; it is usually the central thing about which their lives are built.

Well, I could go on and on with these words which I related to so positively  because of my own depression. I felt a connection with his experience and him. Perhaps I felt he somehow raised the experience of my own depression to a valuable,  esteemed level.  Fortunately, as I learned later, it was best that I did not pursue contact. I read that one girl did, and traveled to England to see him and later suicided.  Moreover, in my reading somewhere a man who knew him personally referred to him as an undesirable person. (Since I cannot recall the exact word used, I won’t risk making a mistake, but it was not good).



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