Video 2 in my new series at Human Is Some on YouTube.
The description on YouTube: "How To Be Depressed: A Self-Help Memoir" was the book I once imagined writing. (Of course, someone is already using, "How To Be Depressed," now. Of course. Of course.) As an expert on depression (but only my own), I take a look at some advice on what to say to someone who is depressed. My goal at Human Is Some is sincerity, genuineness, vulnerability, kindness, and humor. Those values are more important to me than getting things "just right," so I'm leaping into content creation despite the fact that I am well aware my production values are bad. Not by chance, the previous two sentences are also my answers to the title of this video. I believe you help your depressed friend, or anyone, by being sincere, genuine, vulnerable, and kind—and you definitely need a sense of humor. If you put your focus on those things, and not on getting things "exactly right," you'll be helping. Nobody—not even memes!—has all the answers, but everyone has some. And Human Is Some.
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You're the best! (I mean, chances are that is a sincere statement. If you have found your way to this video and read this description all the way to the end, you're probably someone I would like.)
Referenced in the video:
Brene Brown's Instagram post
Psychologist Dr. Susan David
Impact Instagram post
Real Depression Project
A 20-min video on my own Instagram that I obliquely referenced
(IG is my most frequent online hangout right now.)
The 52½-minute long raw video:
The poem to Trayvon that I reference is by Zanetta Rose Jones, posted at Florida Rising.
The Philando Castile Relief Foundation offers help to those affected by gun violence and police violence, and helps fund meals for schoolchildren in St. Paul and Minneapolis. The link also includes information on memorials to Philando.
See also The Trayvon Martin Foundation.
The 20-minute preview vid on my IGTV:
"Why I Left The Lark"
"Mind Your Mind Holes" featuring clips of Angela Lansbury belting, "I Don't Want To Know":
I talk about myself a lot. And that is what I plan to do right here, right now.
For a long time I struggled with the feeling that what popped into my head, like a song (or advertising jingle), was unwanted. Nowadays I feel a lot less tormented in that way. For one thing, I have almost entirely eliminated advertising from my life, so that is a major positive improvement. There must be more to it than that, though. When I think of a song lately, I feel like I have a near-limitless jukebox in my head that I can choose to listen to or not. It is a pleasure when an unexpected song jumps to mind. I sit with it, or I put it away.
During the mid-period—between the time of unbidden tormenting melodies and today's endless free mental jukebox—when a song leapt to mind I felt that I had to find and play the song to exorcise it from endless repeat. That worked fairly well. Perhaps I was training myself to control the music. Now I feel that I can choose to play or not play the music from the actual source. More often I just listen to the tunes in my head, until I move on. It feels good—safe, sane, okay, calm, controllable.
For some reason a song I have not heard in a long time (as far as I can recall*) has been on my mind today: