He looked different from most of the depressed patients that walk into a psychiatric clinic. He was 24, thin and spare. His hair was longer than average and hung loosely over his brow, his clothes were black and macabre –what the young folks call “Goth”. That style makes everyone look depressed, but I could tell his depression ran deeper than fashion styles.
He was actually a handsome young man, and he had sensibly avoided the face and body piercings that Goths favor. He was open about his choice of lifestyle, relishing his chance to educate me. But while he was talking, I could see he was so depressed, he could have been the poster child for the diagnostic manual.
But something more was going on here. He told me that he had adopted the Goth look at age 13; that nothing else could express how he felt about life — or rather, how he didn’t feel. Read more on What If Life Is Not Worth Living?…
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She was a depressed woman in her 50’s, on conventional antidepressants, who I saw in a clinic. She had none of the “neurovegetative” signs of depression. That means, she slept well and ate well and her mood was acceptable. All of the things that we generally measure in antidepressant response were there, so there was really not a lot more for me to do, except to renew the prescription. I did ask a few questions.
Did she have a purpose in life? Yes, she had a job in a bookstore, which she enjoyed, and grown children, who had babies of their own, and she loved to play with them, but they lived a bit of a distance away, so she could not play with them as often as she liked.
So I asked her what was the most fun in her life. She started laughing wildly, and stamping her foot. I knew this had to be a good answer, and I was ready. I thought she was going to talk about drugs or sex. I was really surprised with what she came up with.
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