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A world of people, however, are just barely holding on and continue, despite the great revolutions i n psychiatric and psychopharmaceutical treatments, to suffer abject misery.

M o r e than half of those who do seek helpanother 25 percent of the depressed population receive no treatment. A b o u t half of those who do receive treatment13 percent or so of the depressed populationreceive unsuitable treatment, often tranquilizers or immaterial psychotherapies. O f those who are left, halfsome 6 percent of the depressed populationreceive inadequate dosage for an inadequate length of time.

So that leaves about 6 percent of the total depressed population who are getting adequate treatment. B u t many of these ultimately go off their medications, usually because of side effects. It has been fairly well established that the advent of the supermodel has damaged women's images of themselves by setting unrealistic expectations.

T h e psychological supermodel of the twenty-first century is even more dangerous than the physical one. People are constantly examining their o w n minds and rejecting their o w n moods. It's been used on people w i t h Depression slight complaints who w o u l d not have been game for the discomforts of the older antidepressants, the monoamine oxidase inhibitors M A O I s or tricyclics.

Even if y o u Ye not depressed, it might push back the edges of your sadness, and wouldn't that be nicer than living w i t h pain? We pathologize the curable, and what can easily be modified comes to be treated as illness, even i f it was previously treated as personality or mood. A s soon as we have a drug for violence, violence w i l l be an illness. There are many grey states between full-blown depression and a m i l d ache unaccompanied by changes of sleep, appetite, energy or interest; we have begun to class more and more of these as illness because we have found more and more ways to ameliorate them.

B u t the cutoff point remains arbitrary. We have decided that an I Q of 69 constitutes retardation, but someone w i t h an I Q of 72 is not in great shape, and someone w i t h an I Q of 65 can still kind of manage; we have said that cholesterol should be kept under , but i f your cholesterol is , y o u probably won't die from it, and if it's , y o u need to be careful: Depressives use the phrase "over the edge" all the time to delineate the passage from pain to madness.

T h i s very physical description frequently entails falling "into the abyss. Few of us have ever fallen off the edge of anything, and certainly not into an abyss. A South African diamond mine? It's difficult even to find an abyss to fall into. W h e n asked, people describe the abyss pretty consistently In the first place, it's dark.

You are falling away from the sunlight toward a place where the shadows are black. Inside it, y o u cannot see, and the dangers are everywhere it's neither soft-bottomed nor soft-sided, the abyss. W h i l e y o u are falling, y o u don't know how deep y o u can go, or whether you can in any way stop yourself.

You hit invisible things over and over again until y o u are shredded, and yet your environment is too unstable for y o u to catch onto anything. Fear of heights is the most common phobia i n the world and must have served our ancestors well, since the ones who were not afraid probably found abysses and fell into them, so knocking their genetic material out of the race.

If you stand on the edge of a cliff and look down, you feel dizzy. Your body does not work better than ever and allow y o u to move with immaculate precision back from the edge.

You think you're going to fall, and if y o u look for long, y o u w i l l fall. You're paralyzed. I remember going w i t h friends to Victoria Falls, where great heights of rock drop The Noonday Demon d o w n sheer to the Zambezi River.

We were young and were sort of challenging one another by posing for photos as close to the edge as we dared to go. Each of us, upon going too close to the edge, felt sick and paralytic. I think depression is not usually going over the edge itself which soon makes you die , but drawing too close to the edge, getting to that moment of fear when y o u have gone so far, when dizziness has deprived y o u so entirely of your capacity for balance. B y Victoria Falls, we discovered that the unpassable thing was an invisible edge that lay well short of the place where the stone dropped away.

Ten feet from the sheer drop, we all felt fine. Five feet from it, most of us quailed. A t one point, a friend was taking a picture of me and wanted to get the bridge to Zambia into the shot. I smiled, a nice smile that's preserved there i n the photo, and she said, "You're getting a little bit close to the edge. T h e blood drained from m y face.

The noonday demon : an atlas of depression

T h e sheer cliff was ten inches away and yet I had to drop to m y knees and lay myself flat along the ground to pull myself a few feet until I was on safe ground again. I know that I have an adequate sense of balance and that I can quite easily stand on an eighteen-inch-wide platform; I can even do a bit of amateur tap dancing, and I can do it reliably without falling over.

I could not stand so close to the Zambezi. Depression relies heavily on a paralyzing sense of imminence. What you can do at an elevation of six inches y o u cannot do when the ground drops away to reveal a drop of a thousand feet.

Terror of the fall grips you even if that terror is what might make y o u fall. What is happening to you in depression is horrible, but it seems to be very much wrapped up in what is about to happen to you.

A m o n g other things, y o u feel y o u are about to die. T h e dying w o u l d not be so bad, but the living at the brink of dying, the not-quite-over-the-geographical-edge condition, is horrible.

In a major depression, the hands that reach out to y o u are just out of reach. You cannot make it d o w n onto your hands and knees because y o u feel that as soon as y o u lean, even away from the edge, y o u w i l l lose your balance and plunge down.

O h , some of the abyss imagery fits: B u t if y o u were actually falling endlessly d o w n an abyss, there w o u l d be no question of control. Y o u would be out of control entirely. H e r e there is that horrifying sense that control has left y o u just when y o u most need it and by rights should have it. A terrible imminence overtakes entirely the present moment.

Depression has gone too far when, despite a wide margin of safety, y o u Depression cannot balance anymore. In depression, all that is happening i n the present is the anticipation of pain in the future, and the present qua present no longer exists at all.

Depression is a condition that is almost unimaginable to anyone who has not k n o w n it. A sequence of metaphorsvines, trees, cliffs, etc. It's not an easy diagnosis because it depends on metaphors, and the metaphors one patient chooses are different from those selected by another patient. N o t so m u c h has changed since Antonio i n The Merchant of Venice complained: It wearies me, y o u say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born I am to learn; A n d such a want-wit sadness makes of me, T h a t I have m u c h ado to know myself.

Let us make no bones about it: We do not really know what causes depression. We do not really know what constitutes depression. We do not really know w h y certain treatments may be effective for depression. We do not know how depression made it through the evolutionary process. We do not know w h y one person gets a depression from circumstances that do not trouble another. We do not know how w i l l operates i n this context.

People around depressives expect them to get themselves together: Spouses, parents, children, and friends are all subject to being brought down themselves, and they do not want to be close to measureless pain.

The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression

N o one can do anything but beg for help if he can do even that at the lowest depths of a major depression, but once the help is provided, it must also be accepted. We would all like Prozac to do it for us, but in m y experience, Prozac doesn't do it unless we help it along.

Listen to the people who love you. Believe that they are worth living for even when you don't believe it. Seek out the memories depression takes away and project them into the future. Be brave; be strong; take your pills. Exercise because it's good for you even if every step weighs a thousand pounds. Eat when food itself disgusts you. Reason with yourself when you have lost your reason. These fortune-cookie admonitions sound pat, but the surest way out of depression is to dislike it and not to let yourself grow accustomed to it.

Block out the terrible thoughts that invade your mind. I w i l l be in treatment for depression for a long time. I wish I could say The Noonday D e m o n how it happened. I have no idea how I fell so low, and little sense of how I bounced up or fell again, and again, and again.

I treated the presence, the vine, i n every conventional way I could find, then figured out how to repair the absence as laboriously yet intuitively as I learned to walk or talk. I had many slight lapses, then two serious breakdowns, then a rest, then a third breakdown, and then a few more lapses.

After all that, I do what I have to do to avoid further disturbances. Every morning and every night, I look at the pills i n m y hand: Sometimes they seem like writing i n m y hand, hieroglyphics saying that the future may be all right and that I owe it to myself to live on and see. I feel sometimes as though I am swallowing m y o w n funeral twice a day, since without these pills, I'd be long gone.

I go to see m y therapist once a week when I'm at home. I am sometimes bored by our sessions and sometimes interested i n an entirely dissociative way and sometimes have a feeling of epiphany. In part, from the things this man said, I rebuilt myself enough to be able to keep swallowing m y funeral instead of enacting it.

A lot of talking was involved: I believe that words are strong, that they can overwhelm what we fear when fear seems more awful than life is good.

I have turned, with an increasingly fine attention, to love. Love is the other way forward.

T h e y need to go together: W i t h the lot of them, if you are lucky, y o u can save the tree from the vine. I love this century. I would love to have the capacity for time travel because I would love to visit biblical Egypt, Renaissance Italy, Elizabethan England, to see the heyday of the Inca, to meet the inhabitants of Great Zimbabwe, to see what America was like when the indigenous peoples held the land.

I love the comforts of modern life. I love the complexity of our philosophy. I love the sense of vast transformation that hangs on us at this new millennium, the feeling that we are at the brink of knowing more than people have ever known before.

I like the relatively high level of social tolerance that exists i n the countries where I live. I like being able to travel around the w o r l d over and over and over again. I like that people live longer than they have ever lived before, that time is a little more on our side than it was a thousand years ago.

We are, however, facing an unparalleled crisis i n our physical environment. We are consuming the production of the earth at a frightening pace, sabotaging the land, sea, and sky.

T h e rain forest is being destroyed; our oceans b r i m w i t h industrial waste; the ozone layer is depleted. There are far more people i n the world than there have ever been before, and next year there w i l l be even more, and the year after that there w i l l Depression be many more again.

We are creating problems that will trouble the next generation, and the next, and the next after that. M a n has been changing the earth ever since the first flint knife was shaped from a stone and the first seed was sowed by an Anatolian farmer, but the pace of alteration is now getting severely out of hand. I am not an environmental alarmist. I do not believe that we are at the brink of apocalypse right now. But I am convinced that we must take steps to alter our current course i f we are not to pilot ourselves into oblivion.

It is an indication of the resilience of humankind that we unearth new solutions to those problems. T h e world goes on and so does the species. Skin cancer is far more prevalent than it used to be because the atmosphere provides us far less protection from the sun.

Summers, I wear lotions and creams w i t h high S P F levels, and they help to keep me safe. I have from time to time gone to a dermatologist, who has snipped off an outsize freckle and sent it off to a lab to be checked.

Children who once ran along the beach naked are now slathered in protective ointments. M e n who once worked shirtless at noon now wear shirts and try to find the shade. We have the ability to cope with this aspect of this crisis.

We invent new ways, which are well short of living in the dark. Sunblock or no sunblock, however, we must try not to destroy what's left. Right now, there's still a lot of ozone out there and it's still doing its job moderately well.

It would be better for the environment i f everyone stopped using cars, but that's not going to happen unless there's a tidal wave of utter crisis. Frankly, I think there will be men living on the moon before there will be a society free of automotive transport. Radical change is impossible and in many ways undesirable, but change is certainly required. It appears that depression has been around as long as man has been capable of self-conscious thought.

It may be that depression existed even before that time, that monkeys and rats and perhaps octopi were suffering the disease before those first humanoids found their way into their caves. Certainly the symptomatology of our time is more or less indistinguishable from what was described by Hippocrates some twentyfive hundred years ago.

Neither depression nor skin cancer is a creation of the twenty-first century Like skin cancer, depression is a bodily affliction that has escalated i n recent times for fairly specific reasons. Let us not stand too long ignoring the clear message of burgeoning problems. V u l nerabilities that i n a previous era would have remained undetectable now blossom into full-blown clinical illness.

We must not only avail ourselves of the immediate solutions to our current problems, but also seek to contain those problems and to avoid their purloining all our minds.

T h e climbing rates of depression are without question the consequence of modernity. T h e pace of life, the technological chaos of it, the alienation of The N o o n d a y D e m o n people from one another, the breakdown of traditional family structures, the loneliness that is endemic, the failure of systems of belief religious, moral, political, socialanything that seemed once to give meaning and direction to life have been catastrophic.

Fortunately, we have developed systems for coping w i t h the problem. We have medications that address the organic disturbances, and therapies that address the emotional upheavals of chronic disease.

Depression is an increasing cost for our society, but it is not ruinous. We have the psychological equivalents of sunscreens and baseball hats and shade. But do we have the equivalent of an environmental movement, a system to contain the damage we are doing to the social ozone layer? T h a t there are treatments should not cause us to ignore the problem that is treated. We need to be terrified by the statistics.

What is to be done? Sometimes it seems that the rate of illness and the number of cures are i n a sort of competition to see w h i c h can outstrip the other. Few of us want to, or can, give up modernity of thought any more than we want to give up modernity of material existence. But we must start doing small things now to lower the level of socio-emotional pollution.

We must look for faith in anything: G o d or the self or other people or politics or beauty or just about anything else and structure. We must help the disenfranchised whose suffering undermines so m u c h of the world's joyfor the sake both of those huddled masses and of the privileged people who lack profound motivation in their own lives. We must practice the business of love, and we must teach it too. We must ameliorate the circumstances that conduce to our terrifyingly high levels of stress.

We must hold out against violence, and perhaps against its representations. T h i s is not a sentimental proposal; it is as urgent as the cry to save the rain forest. A t some point, a point we have not quite reached but will, I think, reach soon, the level of damage will begin to be more terrible than the advances we buy w i t h that damage.

There w i l l be no revolution, but there w i l l be the advent, perhaps, of different kinds of schools, different models of family and community, different processes of information.

If we are to continue on earth, we will have to do so. We will balance treating illness with changing the circumstances that cause it. We w i l l look to prevention as m u c h as to cure. In the maturity of the new millennium, we w i l l , I hope, save this earth's rain forests, the ozone layer, the rivers and streams, the oceans; and we will also save, I hope, the minds and hearts of the people who live here.

T h e n we w i l l curb our escalating fear of the demons of the noonour anxiety and depression. The people of Cambodia live i n the compass of immemorial tragedy. D u r ing the s, the revolutionary Pol Pot established a Maoist dictatorship The Noonday Demon: Drawing on his own struggles with the illness and interviews with fellow sufferers, doctors and scientists, policy makers and politicians, drug designers and philosophers, Andrew Solomon reveals the subtle complexities and sheer agony of the disease.

He also explores the thorny moral and ethical questions posed by emerging biological explanations for mental illness. Like Jacques Barzun, Robert Hughes, or Elaine Pagels, Solomon employs a single lens—depression—and through it shapes a work of immense cultural significance.

Or Am I? It is at once erudite, personable and profoundly challenging. The Oprah Magazine. Albert J. Rubey L. New York Times Notable Books: Chinese Taiwan: Chinese PRC: Lisbeth W. Gyldendal, Demonen van de Middag: Een Persoonlijke Geschiedenis van Depressie Translator: Tinke Davids.

Anthos, Masennuksen Atlas Translator: Arto Schroderus. Tammi, Claudine Richetin. Albin Michel, Saturns Schatten: Die dunklen Welten der Depression Translator: Fischer Taschenbuch, , That's famously the cardinal symptom of major depression. But soon other emotions follow happiness into oblivion: sadness as y o u had k n o w n it, the sadness that seemed to have led y o u here; your sense of humor; your belief i n and capacity for love. Your m i n d is leached until you seem dim-witted even to yourself.

If your hair has always been thin, it seems thinner; if y o u have always had bad skin, it gets worse. Y o u smell sour even to yourself. Y o u lose the ability to trust anyone, to be touched, to grieve.

Eventually, y o u are simply absent from yourself.

The Noonday Demon : an Atlas Of Depression

M a y b e what is present usurps what becomes absent, and maybe the absence of obfuscatory things reveals what is present. Either way, y o u are less than yourself and i n the clutches of something alien. Too often, treatments address only half the problem: they focus only on the presence or only on the absence. It is necessary both to cut away that extra thousand pounds of the vines and to relearn a root system and the techniques of photosynthesis.

D r u g therapy hacks through the vines. You can feel it happening, how the medication seems to be poisoning the parasite so that bit by bit it withers away. You feel the weight going, feel the way that the branches can recover m u c h of their natural bent.

U n t i l y o u have got r i d of the vine, y o u cannot think about what has been lost. But even w i t h the vine gone, y o u may still have few leaves and shallow roots, and the rebuilding of your self cannot be achieved w i t h any drugs that now exist.

W i t h the weight of the vine gone, little leaves scattered along the tree skeleton become viable for essential nourishment.

But this is not a good way to be. It is not a strong way to be. Rebuilding of the self in and after depression requires love, insight, work, and, most of all, time. Diagnosis is as complex as the illness. Patients ask doctors all the time, " A m I depressed?

T h e only way to find out whether you're depressed is to listen to and 19 The Noonday Demon watch yourself, to feel your feelings and then think about them. If you feel bad without reason most of the time, you're depressed. If y o u feel bad most of the time with reason, you Ye also depressed, though changing the reasons may be a better way forward than leaving circumstance alone and attacking the depression.

If the depression is disabling to you, then it's major. If it's only mildly distracting, it's not major. Psychiatry's bible the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual, fourth edition DSM-IV ineptly defines depression as the presence of five or more on a list of nine symptoms. T h e problem w i t h the definition is that it's entirely arbitrary. There's no particular reason to qualify five symptoms as constituting depression; four symptoms are more or less depression; and five symptoms are less severe than six.

Even one symptom is unpleasant. H a v i n g slight versions of all the symptoms may be less of a problem than having severe versions of two symptoms. After enduring diagnosis, most people seek causation, despite the fact that knowing w h y y o u are sick has no immediate bearing on treating the sickness. Illness of the mind is real illness. It can have severe effects on the body. People who show up at the offices of their doctors complaining about stomach cramps are frequently told, "Why, there's nothing wrong w i t h you except that you're depressed!

If y o u show up complaining that your breathing is troubled, no one says to you, " W h y , there's nothing wrong w i t h y o u except that y o u have emphysema! T h e y exist i n the unconscious brain, and often enough the brain is sending inappropriate messages to the stomach, so they exist there as well.

T h e diagnosis whether something is rotten i n your stomach or your appendix or your brainmatters in determining treatment and is not trivial. A s organs go, the brain is quite an important one, and its malfunctions should be addressed accordingly. Chemistry is often called on to heal the rift between body and soul. T h e relief people express when a doctor says their depression is "chemical" is predicated on a belief that there is an integral self that exists across time, and on a fictional divide between the fully occasioned sorrow and the utterly random one.

T h e w o r d chemical seems to assuage the feelings of responsibility people have for the stressed-out discontent of not liking their jobs, w o r r y i n g about getting old, failing at love, hating their families.

There is a pleasant freedom from guilt that has been attached to chemical. If your brain is predisposed to depression, y o u need not blame yourself for it.

Well, blame yourself or evolution, but remember that 20 Depression blame itself can be understood as a chemical process, and that happiness, too, is chemical. Chemistry and biology are not matters that impinge on the "real" self; depression cannot be separated from the person it affects. Treatment does not alleviate a disruption of identity, bringing y o u back to some kind of normality; it readjusts a multifarious identity, changing in some small degree who you are.

Anyone who has taken high school science classes knows that human beings are made of chemicals and that the study of those chemicals and the structures in w h i c h they are configured is called biology. Everything that happens i n the brain has chemical manifestations and sources. If you close your eyes and think hard about polar bears, that has a chemical effect on your brain. If you stick to a policy of opposing tax breaks for capital gains, that has a chemical effect on your brain.

W h e n you remember some episode from your past, you do so through the complex chemistry of memory. Childhood trauma and subsequent difficulty can alter brain chemistry. Thousands of chemical reactions are involved in deciding to read this book, picking it up w i t h your hands, looking at the shapes of the letters on the page, extracting meaning from those shapes, and having intellectual and emotional responses to what they convey.

If time lets y o u cycle out of a depression and feel better, the chemical changes are no less particular and complex than the ones that are brought about by taking antidepressants.

T h e external determines the internal as much as the internal invents the external. What is so unattractive is the idea that in addition to all other lines being blurred, the boundaries of what makes us ourselves are blurry. There is no essential self that lies pure as a vein of gold under the chaos of experience and chemistry. A n y t h i n g can be changed, and we must understand the human organism as a sequence of selves that succumb to or choose one another.

A n d yet the language of science, used in training doctors and, increasingly, in nonacademic writing and conversation, is strangely perverse. T h e cumulative results of the brain's chemical effects are not well understood.

H o w much insight can such formulae offer? H o w can they possibly apply to something as nebulous as mood? To what extent specific experience has conduced to a particular depression is hard to determine; nor can we explain through what chemistry a person comes to respond to external circumstance with depression; nor can we work out what makes someone essentially depressive.

Although depression is described by the popular press and the pharmaceutical industry as though it were a single-effect illness such as diabetes, it is not. Indeed, it is strikingly dissimilar to diabetes. Diabetics produce insufficient insulin, and diabetes is treated by increasing and stabilizing insulin in the bloodstream.

Depression is not the consequence of a reduced level of anything we can now measure. Raising levels of serotonin i n the brain triggers a process that eventually helps many depressed people to feel better, but that is not because they have abnormally l o w levels of serotonin. Furthermore, serotonin does not have immediate salutary effects. You could pump a gallon of serotonin into the brain of a depressed person and it would not i n the instant make h i m feel one iota better, though a long-term sustained raise i n serotonin level has some effects that ameliorate depressive symptoms.

Internal and external reality exist on a continuum. What happens and how you understand it to have happened and how y o u respond to its happening are usually linked, but no one is predictive of the others. If reality itself is often a relative thing, and the self is in a state of permanent flux, the passage from slight mood to extreme mood is a glissando. Illness, then, is an extreme state of emotion, and one might reasonably describe emotion as a m i l d form of illness. If we all felt up and great but not delusionally manic all the time, we could get more done and might have a happier time on earth, but that idea is creepy and terrifying though, of course, if we felt up and great all the time we might forget all about creepiness and terror.

Influenza is straightforward: one day y o u do not have the responsible 22 Depression virus i n your system, and another day you do. H I V passes from one person to another i n a definable isolated split second. It's like trying to come up w i t h clinical parameters for hunger, w h i c h affects us all several times a day, but w h i c h i n its extreme version is a tragedy that kills its victims.

Some people need more food than others; some can function under circumstances of dire malnutrition; some grow weak rapidly and collapse i n the streets. Similarly, depression hits different people i n different ways: some are predisposed to resist or battle through it, while others are helpless i n its grip. Willfulness and pride may allow one person to get through a depression that would fell another whose personality is more gentle and acquiescent. Depression interacts w i t h personality.

Some people are brave i n the face of depression during it and afterward and some are weak. Since personality too has a random edge and a bewildering chemistry, one can write everything off to genetics, but that is too easy. Often, the fight takes the form of seeking out the treatments that w i l l be most effective i n the battle.

It involves finding help while y o u are still strong enough to do so. It involves making the most of the life y o u have between your most severe episodes. Some horrendously symptomridden people are able to achieve real success i n life; and some people are utterly destroyed by the mildest forms of the illness.

Working through a mild depression without medications has certain advantages. It gives y o u the sense that y o u can correct your o w n chemical imbalances through the exercise of your o w n chemical will. Learning to walk across hot coals is also a triumph of the brain over what appears to be the inevitable physical chemistry of pain, and it is a thrilling way to discover the sheer power of mind.

Getting through a depression "on your own" allows you to avoid the social discomfort associated with psychiatric medications. It suggests that we are accepting ourselves as we were made, reconstructing ourselves only with our own interior mechanics and without help from the outside. Returning from distress b y gradual degrees gives sense to affliction itself. Interior mechanics, however, are difficult to commission and are frequently inadequate. Depression frequently destroys the power of m i n d over mood.

Sometimes the complex chemistry of sorrow kicks in because you've lost someone y o u love, and the chemistry of loss and love may lead to the chemistry of depression.

T h e chemistry of falling i n love can 23 The Noonday D e m o n kick i n for obvious external reasons, or along lines that the heart can never tell the mind. If we wanted to treat this madness of emotion, we could perhaps do so. It is mad for adolescents to rage at parents who have done their best, but it is a conventional madness, uniform enough so that we tolerate it relatively unquestioningly Sometimes the same chemistry kicks i n for external reasons that are not sufficient, by mainstream standards, to explain the despair: someone bumps into y o u i n a crowded bus and y o u want to cry, or y o u read about world overpopulation and find your o w n life intolerable.

Everyone has on occasion felt disproportionate emotion over a small matter or has felt emotions whose origin is obscure or that may have no origin at all. Sometimes the chemistry kicks i n for no apparent external reason at all. M o s t people have had moments of inexplicable despair, often i n the middle of the night or in the early morning before the alarm clock sounds.

If such feelings last ten minutes, they're a strange, quick mood.

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If they last ten hours, they're a disturbing febrility, and if they last ten years, they're a crippling illness. It is too often the quality of happiness that y o u feel at every moment its fragility, while depression seems when y o u are i n it to be a state that will never pass. Even if you accept that moods change, that whatever you feel today w i l l be different tomorrow, y o u cannot relax into happiness as you can into sadness.

For me, sadness always has been and still is a more powerful feeling; and if that is not a universal experience, perhaps it is the base from which depression grows. I hated being depressed, but it was also i n depression that I learned m y o w n acreage, the full extent of m y soul.

W h e n I am happy, I feel slightly distracted by happiness, as though it fails to use some part of m y m i n d and brain that wants the exercise. Depression is something to do. M y grasp tightens and becomes acute i n moments of loss: I can see the beauty of glass objects fully at the moment when they slip from m y hand toward the floor.

W h i l e life is not only about pain, the experience of pain, w h i c h is particular i n its intensity, is one of the surest signs of the life force. Schopenhauer said, "Imagine this race transported to a Utopia where everything grows of its o w n accord and turkeys fly around readyroasted, where lovers find one another without any delay and keep one another without any difficulty: i n such a place some men would die of boredom or hang themselves, some would fight and kill one another, and thus they would create for themselves more suffering than nature inflicts 24 Depression on them as it is.

I am persuaded that some of the broadest figures for depression are based i n reality. T h o u g h it is a mistake to confuse numbers w i t h truth, these figures tell an alarming story.

According to recent research, about 3 percent of Americanssome 19 millionsuffer from chronic depression. M o r e than 2 million of those are children. Manic-depressive illness, often called bipolar illness because the mood of its victims varies from mania to depression, afflicts about 2. Depression as described in DSM-IV is the leading cause of disability in the U n i t e d States and abroad for persons over the age of five. Worldwide, including the developing world, depression accounts for more of the disease burden, as calculated by premature death plus healthy life-years lost to disability, than anything else but heart disease.

Depression claims more years than war, cancer, and A I D S put together. Other illnesses, from alcoholism to heart disease, mask depression when it causes them; if one takes that into consideration, depression may be the biggest killer on earth.

Treatments for depression are proliferating now, but only half of Americans who have had major depression have ever sought help of any kindeven from a clergyman or a counselor.

A b o u t 95 percent of that 50 percent go to primary-care physicians, who often don't know much about psychiatric complaints. A n American adult with depression would have his illness recognized only about 40 percent of the time.

Nonetheless, about 28 million Americansone in every tenare now on SSRIs selective serotonin reuptake inhibitorsthe class of drugs to which Prozac belongs , and a substantial number are on other medications. Less than half of those whose illness is recognized will get appropriate treatment.

A s definitions of depression have broadened to include more and more of the general population, it has become increasingly difficult to calculate an exact mortality figure. T h e statistic traditionally given is that 15 percent of depressed people w i l l eventually commit suicide; this figure still holds for those w i t h extreme illness. Recent studies that include milder depression show that 2 to 4 percent of depressives w i l l die by their o w n hand as a direct consequence of the illness.

T h i s is still a staggering figure. Twenty years ago, about 1. A b o u t 50 percent w i l l experience some symptoms of depression. Clinical problems have increased; 25 The Noonday Demon treatments have increased vastly more. Diagnosis is on the up, but that does not explain the scale of this problem. Incidents of depression are increasing across the developed world, particularly in children. Depression is occurring in younger people, making its first appearance when its victims are about twenty-six, ten years younger than a generation ago; bipolar disorder, or manic-depressive illness, sets in even earlier.

Things are getting worse. There are few conditions at once as undertreated and as overtreated as depression. People who become totally dysfunctional are ultimately hospitalized and are likely to receive treatment, though sometimes their depression is confused w i t h the physical ailments through w h i c h it is experienced.

A world of people, however, are just barely holding on and continue, despite the great revolutions i n psychiatric and psychopharmaceutical treatments, to suffer abject misery.

M o r e than half of those who do seek helpanother 25 percent of the depressed population receive no treatment. A b o u t half of those who do receive treatment13 percent or so of the depressed populationreceive unsuitable treatment, often tranquilizers or immaterial psychotherapies. O f those who are left, halfsome 6 percent of the depressed populationreceive inadequate dosage for an inadequate length of time.

So that leaves about 6 percent of the total depressed population who are getting adequate treatment. B u t many of these ultimately go off their medications, usually because of side effects. It has been fairly well established that the advent of the supermodel has damaged women's images of themselves by setting unrealistic expectations. T h e psychological supermodel of the twenty-first century is even more dangerous than the physical one.

People are constantly examining their o w n minds and rejecting their o w n moods. It's been used on people w i t h 26 Depression slight complaints who w o u l d not have been game for the discomforts of the older antidepressants, the monoamine oxidase inhibitors M A O I s or tricyclics.

Even if y o u Ye not depressed, it might push back the edges of your sadness, and wouldn't that be nicer than living w i t h pain? We pathologize the curable, and what can easily be modified comes to be treated as illness, even i f it was previously treated as personality or mood. A s soon as we have a drug for violence, violence w i l l be an illness.

There are many grey states between full-blown depression and a m i l d ache unaccompanied by changes of sleep, appetite, energy or interest; we have begun to class more and more of these as illness because we have found more and more ways to ameliorate them.T h o u g h I have offered explanations and interpretations of complex ideas, this book is not intended to substitute for appropriate treatment.

Nonetheless, about 28 million Americansone in every tenare now on SSRIs selective serotonin reuptake inhibitorsthe class of drugs to which Prozac belongs , and a substantial number are on other medications.

I knew then that I could never kill this vine of depression, and so all I wanted was for it to let me die. In the maturity of the new millennium, we w i l l , I hope, save this earth's rain forests, the ozone layer, the rivers and streams, the oceans; and we will also save, I hope, the minds and hearts of the people who live here. I had thought that when you feel your worst your tears flood, but the very worst pain is the arid pain of total violation that comes after the tears are all used up, the pain that stops up every space through which y o u once metered the world, or the world, you.

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