The Shape of Things

In the 1980’s people in the healthcare industry began to notice obesity as a growing problem, but it has taken several decades for the public to catch up. According to Barry (2009), “the emergence of obesity onto the political agenda was catalyzed in part by a surgeon general’s report (U.S. Department of Health and Human Services 2001) on the topic and the extensive media coverage of the issue that followed” (p. 11). Though the problem has now saturated the public consciousness, solutions have been scattershot and increasingly polarized. On one side are people who say that weight is the problem of lazy people, and if those people would just get up off of the couch and go to the gym they would stop being a national eyesore and financial drain on society. On the other side are people who have dealt so long with body shame that they have begun campaigns toward “body positivity” which, in some cases avoids healthy solutions by saying there is no problem. Undoing the stigmatization of obesity and creating solutions which address society as a whole would lead to healthier outcomes for people who are currently obese, or in danger of becoming so…. Continue reading “The Shape of Things”

Darkness, My Old Friend

Wednesday I visited the doctor and was given a prescription for an antidepressant. In spite of struggling with depression for over twenty years, this is the first time I’ve been open to the option.

Although I’ve struggled with/against/under/inside depression since the age of 16, it only recently dawned on me that anxiety plays a huge role in that depression. It is why I am often overwhelmed in large groups, or when there are sounds in competition with each other, in logistical meetings, or in crises when I must make a decision,  just sitting around thinking about intense things. Feeling overwhelmed then leads to a powerless/hopeless feeling that is what many consider to be depression. It all started with a sudden fall into despair and hopelessness as a teenager, and has aged with me, and probably shaped me in ways I cannot name.

The question of being medicated has been around since I first reached out for help (about a year after the problem began), but I always put it off, wanting to seek other avenues. Depression is very difficult to conquer, for the reason that it disables the part of a person that knows how to ask for help. Depression sinks itself in with perpetuating behaviors, and enervates the muscles necessary for getting out. Thus, my attempts to seek professional help were few and far between. When I needed it most, I was least capable of asking. When the attempts I made failed, I became further crippled from trying again. One dismissive psychiatrist, and too many hoops (including that unscalable wall of things that cost a lot of money) kept me at home seeking other remedies. This search has led me to discover many healthy outlets/helps. I don’t name anything as a Cure, but there are many worthy management tools… Continue reading “Darkness, My Old Friend”