The Body Works in It’s Interests. Doesn’t It?(Signs depression)

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I walked into the supermarket the other day and it felt like the needs of my body were actually carrying me around, as opposed to the other way around. I had never noticed it before, but on reflection, of course in particular with the food shop experience the only experience that is really natural and that our bodies and mind can relate to in this modern world. On reflection, my body has led me, to buy what it needs me to put in it unconsciously many times.

I would find myself walking out of a convenience store slugging down a litre of milk, ask myself WTF? (I do like my cans of soda) then look down at my nails and see those little white moons that move up the finger nail demonstrating that there was a lack of calcium in my body. Impressive I hadn’t even thought about it. I’d find myself reaching for oranges and then finding out that the World and its mother had come down with the latest cold epidemic. The same could be said for a whole host of times that my body has literally walked me, not the other way around, and controlled me to do its bidding, to work in it’s best interests.

Now it can’t do everything for me, it can’t help me kick the habit of puffing away on packs of 20, the nicotine addiction too strong for this natural impulse. It can make you push out of your league when it wants to get its greedy mitts on a girl (Of course I like to think I actually play some small supporting role here.) I have cause to wonder though why when signs depression has weaseled its way into our mind appears, why does the body and the mind not take it upon itself to purge the invader out of the body and mind with easy things that would help?

The signs depression brings out in us the symptoms of its malice, and bad intentions for us, it wants to ruin our day, make sleepless our nights and remove us from enjoyment of the company of those around us. Why when in fact we need their support more than ever, does getting hit with depression lead us to stay away from the ones we love, why does it lock us up in our rooms, tie us to the beds, make us ill at ease in company, unable to get the little laughs out of the little things in life that always kept us going before? Why does depression make it so what used to make us OK, not make us OK anymore?

If the body were functioning in our best interests it wouldn’t allow this to occur, which is why I think that depression in itself is a virus, a virus of the mind. My best mate told me once how he thinks that Mother Nature wants us off her planet. One by one he went through the facts on the aids virus and one by one of them I was convinced. It seems designed to take us out. Of particular note was his comment with regards to the sexual act. It is the most efficient way to kill off reproduction of our species when it is designed to be passed through the carnal act. It is a purposely designed killer, destroying our ability to fight off any disease.

Looking at the aids of the mind that is depression, the only difference I see between the two fundamentally is that at least depression is curable. It does however appear to be designed to cause us nothing but pain and misery. It sends the body back-wards, it makes the body work against itself. It makes us beat ourselves up and it takes all of the enjoyment out of life and its living. Once signs depression has taken root emerge, it is hard to counteract, hard to lift ourselves to do the very things that would help to make us better. But you must, you can’t give in and with a strong social structure around you aware of your condition, and forgiving for your foibles since the onset of the condition you can mistreat this mood killer and torture it instead of the other way around.

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