The following is an extract from a recent entry in Prairie Mary's blog. If you find her words as cogent as I do, I urge you to visit her blog: it's one of the best on the net.
But this is what I really want to say. “Being depressed” because one will never have a house with a bathroom for each bedroom, a double garage, and a wireless network for your electronics -- which one’s parents had -- is not the same thing as the yawning abyss at the feet of the truly organically depressed. The latter is the darkness that engulfs and destroys, mocks with hissing evil every effort to act or to think. Most of us cannot even imagine it and those in the grip can’t describe it until later and then tell us that every effort fails.
To say that the ordinary set-backs and wrestling matches of the day are “so depressing” is to use a word to mean unpleasantness that can be addressed and resolved (possibly to excuse ourselves from doing exactly that) when REAL depression is demonic, catastrophic, nearly theological and beyond most medical help. It is apoptosis of the soul, apoptosis being the formal term for a cell that orders itself to die.
We can only pray for those suffering depression on that scale. But we should also pray for those suffering in extremis from hunger, disease, trauma, slavery, because those people are BEYOND depression themselves and should be beyond “depressing” us. NOT beyond our help.
Thank you, Mary, for giving me permission to publish the above on my blog, thank you for being my friend, and thank you for introducing me to the delicious word "apoptosis" - a word like that coiuld come in very handy one day...