“In Sooth I know not Why I am So Sad”

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I’ve looked at quite a few news reports lately, apparently there are ‘cures’ for this mental ailment coming out the ears of every scientist working around the globe. “New research says this” “Industry expert says that,” with all of the solutions, why is nothing really being solved?

From birth we now know that where we are born, the colour of our skin, the circles we hang around in, the amount of money that we will make, will all serve to have an affect on us, and will be a determining factor in giving us a higher or a lower percentage risk of needing help for depression at some stage in our lives. We are lucky I guess, people who lived way back when in the 16th century or before that, and even up until the last century had no such clinical research at their beck and call. We often look back on our ancestors and think, ‘hey they must have had it hard,’ and indeed they did.

It is unproven that this depression is a modern problem, even quotations from Shakespearean times show quotations that seem to point to depression “In sooth I know not why I am so sad,” poor old Antonio in The Merchant of Venice. We all came to the conclusion back in class trying to breakdown the meaning that the poor chap was struggling with coming out of the closet, but looking back at his words now I am resigned to the belief that the guy was depressed, and that was before he lost his entire shipping fleet in a storm (and no insurance, depressing stuff?)

If even Shakespeare was speaking of it, and knowing of his ability with delivering on the thoughts of the social conscious at the time, then yes depression has existed since the 16th century, and before that. Maybe even Jesus himself when he wandered off to starve himself in the desert, or Mohammad when he went off into that cave, maybe even they were suffering and in need of help for depression, just wandering off like that, and seeking to avoid every soul on Gods creation. What must have gone through the minds of our ancestors though knowing that there really was no help for depression available? How could they have coped with their dilemma?

Natural means, be it curing a dose of scour, or restoring a healthy glow to your epidermis after a bout of chicken pox is always the best means to cure any ailment. I often wonder too how much great knowledge from the past has been lost to us over the eons of man-kinds’ existence. How much therapeutic wherewithal did those 2 million native Americans have, before they were butchered by the invading planters or had their diseased and dying corpses carted off unable to handle the diseases that riddled their bodies transported across the Atlantic?

What have we lost in the natural, that we are now seeking to restore with the utterly artificial designing drugs to take care of issues where a hug can be a partial cure? The scientific research is getting more and more complex, it is breaking down the very barriers of chemical transference of information in our neurons for Christ sake. I read the other day how use of some of these drugs ‘increases plasticity’ in our brains, it actually changes the physical composition of our brains. Should we not be worried in some way that we, by letting go of the natural, we are leaving the door open for untold harm to come about when an eventual ‘absolute cure’ is researched and developed?

Nature knows, and I’m sure that Antonio knew too, that he felt a damn sight better when he told Bassanio that he wasn’t feeling the best mentally. That is of course assuming that I and my classmates were actually incorrect and he wasn’t making a come on to the chap.

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