Oh yeah? Enough with the depression already...

Interesting article about depression in the Grauniad today... two things in it sparked thought. Now most stuff about depression should be taken with a large pich of salt; until we can do real hard experiments, it's all theories and observations, but the idea that the brain is triggered to grieve, then learns to grieve on its own without any triggers is an interesting one. Which leads into the second idea that it's possible to be continuously depressed ('low-level depressed' is my own phrase for it) with occasional bad episodes providing enough contrast to hide the underlying depression. It's also possible to over-self-diagnose (hence the title of this post), but there is a real sense of 'how the heck do I get out of this one' going on at Maus Villas today.

Actually, I feel pretty okay this morning. Although I may be worse when I get vertical. The aspartame doesn't seem to have completely wiped me out, my brain is... well, it's not supercharged, but it is at least here. And last week's gloom seems to have finally lifted. What I really need is a day off to sort out all the small things that have gone awry of late. My ironing pile seems to contain more clothes than I thought I owned, which is slightly worrying, especially since I'm not sure what the Schwartzchild radius of ironing is and may inadvertantly get stuck in the middle of it sometime (it's mainly black, so the hole analogy is holding up well today). My washing-up is nothing that can't be fixed with the dishwasher, and... erm, that's it. well, if that's all that's holding up my day, then to the ironing-board! Allez!