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Didn’t seem to do much for Brian when he was hanging on the cross next to the two thieves in Monty Python’s Life of Brian (but then, he hadn’t been to sea yet.  If he had he would’ve known that there is technically no limit to the number of times you can puke, although there IS a limit to the number of sick bags supplied by the average whale watching charter boat).

ANYWAY, that is NOT what this post is about. Or perhaps it is, sort of.

In my ramblings about the internet, I happened to come across 31 to Life, a feminist and academic who’s not feeling great about life in general.  She feels lonely, hopeless and undervalued by her friends and family.  She has suicidal thoughts.  She’s depressed.

Reading this, I felt a strong sense of fellow feeling.  Who hasn’t felt worthless, from time to time? Lonely.  Hopeless about the future and about all those glib promises that are made in Disney movies and so rarely borne out in real life.  Who hasn’t, at times, felt as if there is no one who can put their arms around you and say, I don’t care what the rest of the world’s opinion is, but to me, you really matter.

But then, to me these feelings are occasional, because whatever else I might be, I’m rarely depressed.  I’m therefore uniquely unqualified to tell anyone who IS depressed, to cheer up, or in fact say anything else helpful about the condition.

But THEN I thought…there are lots of people out there who do really know what it’s like to be depressed, and who DO really know what to say and how to help – beyond the platitudes that people who haven’t been through this experience tend to offer in their sympathy and ignorance.

So I leave it open.  Here is 31 to Life’s blog, and I really hope she doesn’t mind me linking to it.  Please go and see if you can make her feel a little less sad…

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