Depression from my view

When I think about depression, I think of pressure. When I think of pressure, I imagine responsibilities. And not just the responsibilities within the home, but also the ones outside of the home. Actually, it is the ones outside of the home, the responsibilities determined by ‘work’ that seem to be taught to be most important. In the end, I don’t have a home unless I am working.

The symptoms of depression that those in power ‘observe’, such as feelings of worthlessness, fatigue, loss of interest, difficult concentrating, suicidal thoughts, seem to have nothing to do with them and more to do with the specimens they’re observing. To this, I say, “Fuck that!”.

The symptoms of depression that I ‘observe’ are very different. I observe depression as becoming a condition of pressure to meet the responsibilities of others, those in power, before my own to eventually, maybe, meet my own. Depression, I observe, is enduring the entitled responsibilities of another, those in power, to provide the self with an economic aid that is neither natural nor reliable, and thus out of my control. From my view, depression develops within a system(s) that imagines and reflects an image of worth based on profit, accumulation, and control of the accumulation of said profit.

I wonder…what if my observations were reliable and valid enough to become the standard definition of depression…

I wonder…what if those in powerless positions that rely on those in power had a voice powerful enough to make our own diagnostic and statistical manual of mental disorders; what might it say?