Depression is an interesting animal. For me it’s in direct conflict with the objective circumstances of my life (ie: I have a nice job, I’m healthy, I’ve people in my life who care for me) and the manner in which I’ve been raised (ie: do what is necessary, take care of yourself, soldier on). Given these two factors, a funny thing happens: I feel guilty about feeling sad.<\/p>\n
There’s a woman I see on one of the buses I ride regularly. She has, quite clearly, something going on with her health; cancer, perhaps, given that one of the obvious things going on is that her hair is falling out in patches. There’s a guy who rides another of the buses I take regularly. In order to get around this guy has to walk using those arm-cuff sticks. Both of these folks have good reasons to be angry, unhappy, or sad. Am I saying they are? No. Am I saying that they’re happy? No. What I am saying is that when I look at the objective circumstance of my life I have no good reason to feel the way I do. Despite lots of hard looking, years worth even, I can’t seem to find what’s broken. If I can’t find it, I can’t fix it, and if I can’t fix it I’m going to feel like this for the rest of my life.<\/p>\n All other things being equal, I can’t imagine anything worse.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Depression is an interesting animal. For me it’s in direct conflict with the objective circumstances of my life (ie: I have a nice job, I’m healthy, I’ve people in my life who care for me) and the manner in which I’ve been raised (ie: do what is necessary, take care of yourself, soldier on). Given […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-99","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-thoughts","7":"entry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=99"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=99"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=99"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nOccam’s Razor<\/a> tells us, roughly, that of competing theories, all other things being equal, the simplest explanation is usually the correct one. Applying that principle it becomes clear that the reason I feel the way I do can only be that I’m some how deficient. Follow the flow:<\/p>\n\n