193 // When Depression Was Your Friend

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If you ever need more proof that humans are prone to completely ignoring logic, just remember that when people get cold feet they reach for socks. For reference; this is not a good move. Socks are an insulator – ‘sounds great!’ I hear you say. Well, no. Insulation works by keeping hot things hot, and cold things cold. Putting socks on cold feet keeps them cooler for longer. If you actually want warm feet, you need to warm your torso first, once your vital organs are up to a stable temperature your feet will naturally warm up too. That is then the time to put your socks on.

Don’t worry if you do this, you’re not the most illogical person in the world.

If we personify depression for a moment, we can confidently say it is the most illogical person in the world. That is not to say depression cannot be rational though, it does have evolutionary benefits (yes – really). For instance, whilst training for a particularly difficult triathlon I came across research* that found immediately after extreme exercise the body unsurprisingly needs to recover. It needs you to recover so badly that it wants you to sit around in a dark room without any ambition, motivation, determination, the ability to get out of bed, or the desire to use any energy whatsoever.

Enter depression.

Depression can handle that job swimmingly. Depression washes over the extreme exerciser with ease, taking their purpose and drive away. The person is depressed for long enough to recover, and once the body has recovered, you shake hands with depression and go your separate ways. In the right context, depression quite literally saves ourselves from ourselves.

In the wrong context, it spends its time causing ourselves to hurt ourselves. Primarily because we are so rarely under extreme physical stress anymore (for reference, when I experienced this phenomenon I had swam, cycled and ran a combined total of 140 miles in one day without a break). Depression in the modern world is misfiring or is triggered by things which are now unnecessary. It went from the rational to the irrational rather quickly.

Depression is quite literally* putting massive socks over our cold bodies.

Don’t get me wrong; it sounds like I’m having a go at socks – I’m not. In fact I love them, I even bought 4 new pairs today. I just think there’s a time and a place for socks, as well as a time and a place for depression, but context cannot be understated here. For instance it makes no sense to anyone to eat 18 teaspoons of sugar on its own, but if you change the context to say, a White Chocolate Mocha from Starbucks, then it becomes ok. Context is everything.

So in the right context depression could well be your friend – as it was to me 3 years ago. I rested, I didn’t run, swim or cycle for months. It worked for me, I recovered, but that is because I was in a context which allowed that to happen. The modern world is neither physically demanding nor mentally supportive enough to allow a form of depression to exist. It is illogical. It is no longer your friend, or my friend. So crawl of that sock any way you can – it will only keep you cold.

Paul Green

 *I cannot attest to the validity of this claim as I vaguely recall hearing this, but I highly suspect is absolute nonsense.  

*Not literally. 

P.S I wrote this post to brag about my new socks, but had to cover it with a thin veil of legitimacy so as not to appear as an egotistical self-aborbed millenial who thinks other people are interested in their socks. They’re nice socks though.

FEATURED ARTWORK: This weeks featured artwork comes from the fabulous Trudi Murray (who also wrote a guest post about discovering a talent for writing). Trudi is a professional artist, illustrator and writer based in London. She’s available for commissions and projects, in her own inimitable style. Find more of her work at www.trudimurray.com. I’ve personally followed her blog for a while now and the level of consistently brilliant content is something to admire. Please do go check out the blog and you can see for yourself. 

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22 Comments

  1. Britts Amelia

    You liked one of my blog posts a couple of days ago and oh my goodness it was a gift because I clicked over to your blog. I am very much a fan. Your writing is incredible and now I’m sitting at my desk writing sans-socks feeling quite smug (my feet are still cold. Disappointing)

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  2. elbycloud

    I can’t remember when I first heard about Jackass Quarterly – the fictional magazine you can use to cite facts when you are deep into an anecdote and suddenly realize you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about (“I read that in Jackass Quarterly”).
    But this, this is cover-story grade JQ. I know I will be referring to the “depression as recovery” theory soon, in a hazy fog of “I read somewhere…” Can’t wait.
    Congrats on the socks.

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  3. lexydragonfly

    I’m all about socks. My feet are always cold. Hmmmm… I love my socks, and my wool slippers of course.

    I have a buzzcut so I wear hats often because of said coldness. I inadvertently discovered that sometimes I don’t actually need a sweater (called jumper in the UK?) or socks when I wear a beanie. However I wear the socks anyway then get too warm.

    My day: Put on hat and socks. Take off socks, put on sweater, take off hat, think about socks then put them on. Put on hat, take off sweater…………

    I have fluffy socks though; how can I not wear them. 😀

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  4. intenttowin

    In 2012 my husband and I lost our home due to high medical bills and the fact it took my husband five years to be able to draw his disability. I will say that depression, real depression was in my daily life to the point I didn’t want to live anymore. I take medication that dulls the ambitions I need but along with those depressive feelings, I have depression and mood swings to anxiety attacks. You are correct, context is everything. I have a delicate balancing act of caring enough to function but not caring enough to go off the rails over everything that happens to me or around me. It makes me angry when people refer to these medications as ‘happy pills’. They do not make you happy. No one, no medication, no amount of money will make a person happy if they cannot find the right level to function in a happy (satisfied) way. Keep writing. We love hearing from you.

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  5. ibizagoldgirl

    Beautiful Artwork but I too wanna see the socks! I imagine you to be quite a snazzy sock wearer!
    Fabulous Post and I mean FABULOUS! Perfect analogy (not surprising from you) Boom! I think I need to get my flip flops out 🙂 Thank you my Friend for putting a smile on my face after a dreadful week that has seen me leave London for the weekend

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