I know that statistically I’m smack dab in the midst of the second largest group for serious depression, but I do wonder a lot whether I’m in a normal trend, or if the world is getting worse and everything along with it.I find myself devolving further and further into misanthropy, but I can’t decide if it’s me turning curmudgeonly or me responding rationally to a changing world.
Will I actually be more cheerful and hopefully again in 10 years as I once was in years past, or am I on an inexorable downhill slide into further curmudgeonly, misanthropic cat-kicking and kid-tripping?
The future feels bleak. I keep telling myself that I understand very keenly the power of the human brain to cloud perception, and that we are living in particularly dark times that would certainly serve to cloud perception . . .
Sometimes when I’m feeling lowly, I recall a happy summer weekend in 2015 when the adult son of a childhood friend visited me at my lovely old house in Montana, along with his male partner, on their way to take up residence and schooling in Seattle. They stayed for the weekend and one night we went to dinner at a lovely restaurant in Helena and a friend, the newly invested gay progressive pastor of a local church, joined us. We all talked excitedly about the SCOTUS decision of the previous week legalizing marriage equality throughout the land. It seemed like life was moving smoothly on that long arc toward justice.
Just a few weeks later I watched the first Republican primary debate while vacationing on Cape Cod, and despite being in a very happy place, I felt the hand of dread. Turns out it was the start of a physical health crisis, but I had no idea there was prescience happening too. It has been a long slow descent into darkness since then, and I am terrified this darkness won’t end.