THE DEPRESSION INDUSTRY
Part One of The Great Depression Myth
Photo Copyright J. Chanel PAPERMEDIA ASSOCIATES PRAHA
THE DEPRESSION INDUSTRYGet Ready. Hold on. The roller-coaster safety bar is being lowered tight, cold over your knees...
There is no such thing as “Depression”.
There is such a thing as rapacious, amoral, giant Pharma corporates- and their golf-buddy friends on the Hill in Washington DC. And Zurich.
And “sadness”. And Regret. Raw life.
The most ruthless gorilla of them all, in this over-medicated Bio-Jungle is Glaxo-Smith-Kline.
They, along with their Pimp- The Government- and its “Health Services” are all in it together. They told you often enough.
They have an interest in keeping you- Sick (but not too sick).
Just enough, just long enough, to maintain the Dependency.
And the Tax-Flow. Like a Pusher, User and Dealer, all in one.
It is in the reassuring smile of the blonde Doctor in The White Coat.
In your scrolling newsfeed. The “accidental” pop-up advert that catches you unaware, offering a white, powdery first taste...
To make a nation of Depressive addicts, mouths-watering for their next Taxpayer-funded Fix.
The glossy brochures even call their trapped, needy customers- “End Users”.
Blame It, your life, Climate Catastrophe and all- on Sigmund Fraud. As they say, a “Freudian slip” is when you say one thing- but mean your Mother...
I do not doubt the anguish. But worshipping at the feet of the “Glaxo God” is perfectly designed to keep you looking down- at your feet.
They make you, follow the “Science”.
“Research” proves... (Insiders will tell, there is no such thing as an “Independent Trial” in Big Pharma- or Big Politics).
They sponsor the “Truth”. To create a narrative. That your brain is “wired differently”.
Show “The Trainee” Depression addict, a chart of mesmerising red, white and blue, “Serotonin globules” ...
Admit it. Makes you feel a teeny-weeny bit special, being “Neuro-Divergent”.
Primed, for another Dopamine hit of parental, medical attention.
THE MYTH OF DEPRESSION
Then, they can pin the label “Depression” on your Cerebral Cortex.
Now, you are entitled to a “Duvet Day” if things get a teensy-weensy bit, “Challenging”.
Get a tattoo of your favourite Positive Slogan- “Because I’m Worth It”- above your left buttock. Courtesy of a taxpayer stranger. Just Do It, to Make Your Life Complete...
Take a fifteen-year mental health sabbatical from Life, “on the sick”. Waiting for that perfect career opportunity- you know deep, you have no intention of taking.
Wait for your Counsellor’s permission to live (At $150 an hour). Permission to fail. To begin life again...
Easier, to take another instant excuse- with water, three times a day...
The Depression-Mongers have provided, “Free at the point of delivery”, a medicalised excuse. An alibi for not living.
A new identity even, now you are “Depressed”, officially.
But this Life is not written so easily in four paragraphs, in black-and-white. Nor should it be, even if it could.
Pop a Pill. Never have to try and try again, even knowing the only option is Failure. To except the messiness of reality. Of people. The “incompleteness” of life as it is. They let you fantasise that you can, that you should, change reality- by avoiding it. With a Diagnosis and soon, a Mental Health AI App.
Being kept in the “Fog of Depression”, gives The Victim, The Answer. It makes a society of paper-thin-skinned, preening Narcissists.
No more Hurty Words… Darling
Life is solved- with a glass of water and one swallow from the cabinet in the shower. As long as you don’t face your face, peering back through the condensation on the mirror. A day older, than the day before...
But “One swallow does not make a genuinely “Happy Human”. (Which unveils another Myth peculiar to our Age- “Happiness”, mere Happiness, also does not exist). So, it is one Myth in search of, and justifying, another.
The lazy, neat, Answer to the enigma inside the conundrum, inside the Fear, that is “Life” itself.
The Quacks and the Marketing Mad-Men have used the oldest trick in the playbook on your desperation. On your perfected laziness, they curated just for you.
It used to be Religion. Papal Indulgences now replaced by self-indulgences. Superstition. The Witch Doctor and the fingers dipped in chicken blood. Now, The Shaman wears a tailored suit and rides a limo down 5th Avenue in the dawn light. The Solution to Life, he offers, in a blister-pack of 24.
They have made in their image, a nation, semi-comatose under a Seroxat comfort blanket of so-called “Antidepressants”. Infantilised, entire generations. And if you should get too “Happy”- sell you Opioids to bring you down again.
The Depression Industry’s profits are almost incalculable- at least $242 billion pa. More than travel and most services combined. “Big Pharma” like California, has become in effect- a State. A state of mind, within a State.
The prostituted corporates will do anything, any which way, to inflate their “Bottom Line”. Your innermost life, your childhood trauma from not having been breast fed long enough, is their Share Price. A ROI ratio inside an Algorithm. Your life expectancy, sacrificed for their Return on Investment.
Where there are limitless Dollars, more profitable than legalised counterfeiting, there is limitless boardroom Ego- inflated alongside the stock price. Corruption is justified. Legalised.
So “Rest in Peace”, The Whistleblowers, the ex-Pharmaceutical and Medical Executives. Those who always seem to end up not looking both ways, when they cross the street in front of their Mid-town apartment. The empty street.
From “THE GREAT DEPRESSION MYTH”- JAMES CHANEL AMAZON/KDP
PART TWO- VENUS FLY TRAP- The Love Myth
PART THREE- The “Happiness” Delusion
I listened to a load of shrinks asked “how many patients have you cured”. NONE was the answer.
So true. Like my accountant, if he has a better Mercedes in the car park than you, he's probably doing a good job- or ripping you off. But if it's your Shrink- run for the door.