Depression – The New Disease
How depressing! Doesn’t the medical profession have enough to do without raising up another dilemma to medical status. Good Lord! Has nobody ever been depressed before? But it’s reaching frightening heights they say! Well of course it is. Look at how many more people are around these days for heaven’s sake. That certainly accounts for greater numbers, but it doesn’t elevate it to a new status of an official disease!
Well from a marketing standpoint, I suppose depression is a good product to latch on to. There’s a huge inventory of whiners and complainers out there to be serviced. By making it an official disease, you can prescribe drugs, have support groups and sell all kinds of depression products and create a whole industry, much as they did with Aids/HIV in the eighties. Look at the money they made with that! This depression business could be even bigger. Look at all the things you can be depressed about. You can even get depressed about being depressed.
Of course, what they play on is sympathy and we fall right into it like sheep being led by the Judas goat. Before you know it we’re on a two hundred dollar a month prescription for anti-depressants and silly pills. Might as well have a lobotomy.
Well let me tell you what my daughter said to me just today. I don’t know how we got on the subject, but she reminded me that she has what is diagnosed as an imbalance of seretonin in her brain and is subject to depression and anxiety attacks. She was on all kinds of medication for that. But she was determined to get off the meds. She analyzed the situation and saw that she had two options: either stay home, get fat and die – or – get out, enjoy life, laugh and live life to the fullest. Holy Cow! Now there’s some kind’a medicine!
Nobody said that it was easy, least of all my daughter. But as the English and the Indians would say “Bloody Hell”! That’s good medicine! The only thing is it doesn’t benefit the medical profession or the drug companies.
Why do we listen to these idiots anyway? Well, for starters, we go to them for advice. Secondly, their education is supposed to give them the tools to give proper advice. Quite frankly, if there were an office you could go to when you are depressed and there was a great big guy there with steel-toed boots to kick your sorry ass and send you on your way, you would be much better off. At least, that’s how it looks to me from up here on the top shelf.
Just sayin’.
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