I got to thinking and concluded that I'm worried for all of us. I think we as a species have evolved faster than we can keep up. For millions of years humanity lived in tribal societies of some kind or another. In such a setting every member was a valued asset for the survival of the group. In the space of a few thousand years we've grown to such a number that individuals can be cast aside for not measuring up somehow. Rejection breeds depression. I've been unemployed for some time now, but I think I have feet and two hands. I have a clever mind and I can get along with people. I can cook, clean, walk, talk....I must be useful somehow. But it's so easy to fall through the cracks. We get therapy to talk about why we feel a certain way and we get pills to make our brains fire differently. But is that really getting to the root of the problem? Don't we just want to be valued the way we evolved to be? I was once told of a tribal cure for depression: All of your family and friends from all over were called to your village so they could come tell you how awesome you were. To me that sounds alot more curative than a bottle of pills. I think treatments for depression are mostly beating around the bush. I've heard of very few people who were actually cured by them. Maybe those few of us actually did just have a short circuit that got fixed, but I wonder if the vast majority do not. I'm not sure, but I do worry.
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