Spanking away depression

(In Re Virg’s immediately preceding post asserting a scientific basis for a daily spanking as a treatment for depression.)

It is Dr. Bruce's theory that in most people (those not chemically out of whack in the first place) depression requires two things: a really Shitty life situation and an opportunity and inclination to obsess on it. Doing so sets up a negative feedback loop in brain chemistry by which the happy hormones are consumed in the flood of unhappiness/stress hormones invariably making life's circumstances worse and so round and round and down and down.

Since we are all mortal, when you get to the point in life where oncoming death is palpable in the body and visible in mirror it is easy to get depressed; again, if you have the time and inclination to obsess on it. Depression thrives amidst even modest affluence - others are too busy surviving to think about getting old and dying or any other problem for that matter.

Good to have the kids out of the house or none to start with so that you have even more time to brood on your situation and besides it is hard to get depressed if you feel needed by others that are important to you. Depression, not being good for relationships, it is easy to add that to the mix of reasons to be unhappy thereby solidifying the condition. Drinking is a release but too much screws with brain chemistry and sleep which does the same so both feed a lack of energy. Work becomes a chore and who has energy to work out or stay active with a borderline hangover most every day? All of this does wonders to build a poor self image and a sense of worthlessness. So excess booze is both cause and effect. None of this is good for libido either - not sure one can be depressed and be getting a lot of sex, certainly if you are you aren’t. (Might be a good research project.)

Anyone doubt that the occurrence of depression is skewed in a socioeconomic and age demographic?

So where are we? Overweight, out of shape, empty nester, in a dysfunctional relationship, poor sleep habits, drinking too much, low self esteem, working left handily in a burnout mode, obsessing about the end of youth, and impending disability and death.

They call it depression. You don't have to have all of these just some to qualify. If you have all of them they call that suicide.

Cure - stop obsessing, find/recover a friend/lover, reduce the booze, get some sleep and exercise, figure out how to find reward in the job or get a new one....All easier said than done...but...it is reality.

Never going to ditch the mortality but this dying thing takes too long (maybe as much as thirty - forty years) to spend it all depressed. Besides there is a good side to mortality as you don’t have to pretend to be happy forever and you can be sure that you have at least one more good fucking coming to you.

Two glasses of red wine a day taste better than three, plenty of fruit and exercise...get rid of boring old fart depressed friends that don't know how to have fun anymore...turn the news off, it is too late for you to do anything much about it now...Someone needs to make a list for happy living.

A daily spanking from someone of the opposite sex, dressed in revealing black leather? Hummm? Better to give than receive.