Sometimes words are not enough to lift depression
'Although I'm blessed enough to have a roof over my head , I still feel like I'm living in hell."
This is part of a blog entry that well-known author Marian Keyes wrote recently. It was widely reported in the media, including on RTE radio's 'Morning Ireland' programme yesterday. She goes on to say: "I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't write, I can't read, I can't talk to people. The worst thing is that I feel it will never end. I know a lot of people don't believe it but depression is an illness, but unlike say, a broken leg, you don't know when it'll end."
These bleak words starkly describe depressive illness, so incapacitating that physical functions cease; eating, reading, moving, washing, talking all seize-up in a state of almost frozen emotional and physical paralysis. In psychiatric jargon, this is called psychomotor retardation. For some, life itself may end when the emotional pain and hopelessness become too engulfing and no light is visible, no joy foreseen and no love apparent.