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So were you diagnosed as having depression? By a real licensed professional?
I'm wondering because real depression goes way beyond feeling sad ir down, its an actual mental disorder, one that I doubt very much people can overcome with yoga or just thinking happy thoughts.
Real depression comes in many shapes and forms, and who said anything about happy thoughts? I most certainly was diagnosed by a real, actual, honest to God professional who dealt with depression on a daily basis.
Now, it may be that REAL depression, as opposed to fake depression, I guess, is a mental disorder, but people got over REAL depression for hundreds of years before medications were available. Each did so in his or her own way, but it happened. It still happens.
And, you know, almost everyone I've met who was diagnosed with REAL depression had incredibly good reasons to be depressed. Is this a coincidence? Most of these people were diagniosed with clinical depression, handed a fistful of medications, pulled into week session with a qualified profession, and most responded to treatment. Trouble is, they still had all sorts of things they should have been depressed about, were still living lives that would depress a saint. For me, that was not a treatment I wanted.
For me, just for me, i decided I was in charge of how I felt, and whether I has happy or depressed. I was in charge, and I was in control of what I felt.
Okay, I admit to thinking one happy thought, and it helped a great deal because I believed it completely. Happiness is not getting what you want, it's wanting what you get.
This may be a tired old cliche to some, but, for me, it's the path to true happiness. I go after what I want with everything I have, but if I don't get it, I have lost nothing at all.
Back then, a hangnail would put me in a tailspin that could last for weeks. Now two heart attacks, being in a coma twice, losing an eye, and being hand a prognosis that does not deal favorably with longevity just goes down as a life lived, and my happiness level hasn't dropped a hair. It's a life being lived. Everything is a life being lived, and LIFE is good.
It's most certainly infinitely better than what all those who die very young managed.
For me, just for me, there is nothing abnormal about my brain. Each part functions. So does my mind, and my mind controls how I feel about everything and everyone. It controls whether I'm happy, whether I'm depressed, whether I'm frightened, and even whether I'm in love.
There are bazillions of things out there that I can't control, but there's nothing I can't control inside my own head.