Systemic - affecting the body as a whole

I just saw a video titled
"YOU ARE NOT DEPRESSED, STOP IT"
I fell prey to the obvious, click-bait title and pressed play with some mild hope that the video might hold something more promising than the title.

With in the first few seconds he says this:
"Hold on, hold on, don't be so quick to protect that which causes you suffering".

In the context of depression, anxiety or any other mental disorder most people would say this is a resounding and inspiring comment! But allow me one question, Would you say this same thing to some one who has diabetes, a broken limb, or asthma?
The answer is no, you wouldn't. You would not so quickly make any comment to invalidate the suffering of someone who suffers from any disease....other than those of the mental variety?

The main point of his video is a metaphor in which the depressed person is the sky, and depression is a cloud floating by. my response is this:
"Depression is not merely a cloud passing by,

depression is your entire sky,
and drifting through this sky, intermittently passing you by,
are clouds of light that leave you floating high!

Equally like all clouds, they will not and can not stay
and so they continue quickly on their merry way;
blowing and drifting like boats in the tide,
they leave you alone, in this overcast sky
of depression, in which you so firmly reside."

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 Let me make my point clear: Do not lightly invalidate or attack the suffering of someone else.
In this video he tried to make a good and valid point, that you can overcome your depression, and you are not (wholly) defined by your depression. His down fall is that he failed to recognize that there is a large difference in 'feeling depressed' and actually 'BEING depressed'.
Depression is not just 'feeling sad, or down', depression is a very real and very serious systemic disease.
Make sure you fully understand something before you make a move to invalidate it.

I attached the video below, watch it if you'd like and form your own opinion about it; don't just base your opinion off of mine.

Dreamy Story Ideas

Most of my coolest story ideas have been from cool dreams I've had. I had a dream last night that I wrote out part of as an idea for a short story maybe.

(Fair warning. word for word written by a just-woken-up-, still-half-asleep me.)
Souls are now being used as fuel. souls "break apart" often, leaving pieces just floating around. Whenever someone "bares their soul" soul pieces escape. Places like hospitals, theatres, churches, adoption agencies, courtrooms, and other such places are used as harvest points.

Soul power was discovered in the middle of the 21st century as scientists were attempting to develop new, more powerful solar panels. While doing tests, they discovered what they later determined to be soul pieces.

As people started harvesting souls they discovered that there are hundreds of different types of souls.
~Healing souls - willing to fight to the end for what they believe
~Creator souls - belong to artist, musicians, architects, inventors, and the like. sees beauty all around them
~The rarest kind of soul is only found in about 2-3% of the population: Kindred Souls.
Most people's souls are made up of between 2-10 types. Kindred souls can contain on average 20-50 types, and in extremely rare cases may contain even more! This makes them very empathetic and understanding (even towards those with whom they don't share soul types). Although, some kindred souls have used this power of understanding with malic to manipulated and undermine others.

At soul harvesting points, the ambient soul particles are gathered and contained in specialized transport units that get sent to 'soul-ar power' plants to be converted to usable power. The most interesting thing about kindred souls is that, when they come into physical contact the transport units, the souls inside begin to emit light. It's even said by some that in very rare, extreme cases the souls will even begin to sing.

a whisper of writing

I don't often write, but I've been trying to write more.
As was I looking through old writings I found this and thought I'd share. Have this little tidbit I wrote from a prompt I saw on tumblr. Enjoy, and tell me what you think of it.


"Here you go." I repeated for the hundredth time today as I hand a woman her coffee. Her hand touched mine for a brief moment as the coffee exchanged hands. Her skin was smooth and warm. "Thanks." She said already on to the next part of her day. I sigh as I look down and notice her change, still sitting on the counter. "Hey, Lara, be right back. Some lady forgot her change." I grabbed her change and rushed out the door. Thankfully she hadn't walked very far. "Mam. Hey, lady." I yell, she turns "You forgot your change." I say handing her a couple of bills and a few coins. "Oh my gosh! Thank you. I can't believe I walked off without it. I feel like an idiot" "Don't feel bad, it happens to the best of us." I say. The silence linger in the air just long enough to be awkward.
"Anyways, um..have a good day, and enjoy your coffee." "Thanks again." She says with a smile.  I walk back towards the dinner but turn as I hear a large bang behind me, and then it feels like a bus hits me in the chest. I fall to the ground.....I can't breath.
The fact that people are screaming and dashing in all directions vaguely registers. I still don't know what that noise was...or what hit me....and I can't breath right. Why can't I breathe right? Then it feels like a wall of noise, pain and confusion rushes over me and I connect the large noise with what hit me. I got shot...which is terrible and all, but I'm more annoyed by the fact that I can't seem to focus... Black dots swim around my vision getting larger, and larger until, I all I can see is blackness...it doesn't hurt anymore....
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I stand staring down at a six foot deep hole in the earth that can in no way match the hole in my life that my best friend used to fill. "Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope..." What does he know, he doesn't ev-.... didn't even know Conner. It seems like forever till the old man stops talking, and then one by one people solemnly leave until it's just me standing over a pile of fresh dirt. "In movie when someone dies their family are supposed to be standing here." I say out loud, talking to myself, or maybe Connor, or maybe to no one. Although my voice is so choked up I doubt anyone would be able understand me. "How this happen?" I sink to my knees, and then slowly sit, now talking to Conner. Not that he will ever answer me again. "How could you leave me? What happened to all of our plans for the future?" I start sobbing "You always said that you've known me forever and always would." Memories of us playing as children come, unbidden, to mind. I push them away, I can't bear to relive them, not right now. "I just.. I just want.. I want you to not be dead... To walk out from behind that tree and hug me, punch my arm and tell me to stop being such a baby" I glance at the tree, half expecting him to be standing there with that ridiculous
grin, and laugh at some joke he thought of that he'll tell me in a moment. "But you're never going to do that. You're gone... And I'm still here." My crying, which had slowed, begins anew. "I am left standing here. Over your GRAVE." I punch the grass, voice cracking as I say, "And I didn't even get to say goodbye." I stand up slowly. "So this is me...Standing by your side, just like always. Saying.." My voice barely above a whisper "saying goodbye, to my best friend in the world....."
                                                                                    -"goodbye"