In Blackest Night – Depression Is…(Part 2)
Since my initial post, I’ve been thinking of other, possibly better, ways to describe depression and anxiety. I was listening to The Nerdist Podcast episode 773 (Alex Winter returns) – I am so far behind on my podcasts it is unreal! In the episode, Alex talks about the ‘Deep Web’. The podcast contained nothing about depression or mental health but they touched upon hackers and how a select few give the collective term a bad name. It made me think about the technological similarities between humans and machines and how mental illnesses act as a DDoS (Distributed Denial of Service) attack on the mind.
When it comes to depression and other ailments of the mind, the biggest threat is the mind itself. I came to realise that a DDoS attack is perhaps the best way to describe the impact of depression. Most of us, at some point in this day and age, have fallen victim to a DDoS attack – whether it be the various ‘hacker’ groups taking down the PSN (Playstation Network), XBox Live or, most likely the more commonly recognised attack, when Dyn went down causing a vast number of users to have problems accessing the internet across Europe and the USA late last year.
Imagine, or even recall, the frustration at not being able to access Google or your social media accounts. Now picture those services as parts of your mind. The inability to do basic tasks because your mind is rendered useless because of negative and unhelpful thoughts. But it’s more than that. Thoughts are generally things you are aware of. They’re the images and words whispered within your head. Now try to think of a secret group, the Illuminati of the Mind…conspirators working behind the scenes causing feelings that you cannot explain. Causing thoughts that you can only barely grasp – they make no sense because you only know part of them. Your mind is working against you to conceal things and, in doing so, makes you feel like you are going crazy. Perhaps you are. The madness can overwhelm you to the point that it is manifested through aggressive behaviour, physical aches and pains, sarcasm and cynicism…so many things that you don’t realise what you’re doing or saying unless someone calls you out on it or, if you are afforded the opportunity to briefly reflect upon and, identify them yourself.
Again, these thoughts and musings are my own and I, in no way, intend to speak for any or all. If you have any feedback or anything you wish to share, drop them in the comments below.