If you’ve ever been depressed, you know that it feels extremely unnatural, especially in a culture that romanticizes productivity, extroversion and peppiness above all else.
The slug of depression, the unremitting urge to go inward rather than out, can be dumbfounding and unsettling. Your brain is tangled, like a bra strap that’s twisted but the more you try to emancipate it, the more it swirls into an even bigger mess. You feel profoundly unadjusted. But what if those with depression are actually the ones who are in fact the most adaptable of all?