Daniel Goleman Quote

Bereavement is useful; full-blown depression is not. William Styron renders an eloquent description of the many dreadful manifestations of the disease, among them self-hatred, a sense of worthlessness, a dank joylessness with gloom crowding in on me, a sense of dread and alienation and, above all, a stifling anxiety.14 Then there are the intellectual marks: confusion, failure of mental focus and lapse of memories, and, at a later stage, his mind dominated by anarchic distortions, and a sense that my thought processes were engulfed by a toxic and unnameable tide that obliterated any enjoyable response to the living world. There are the physical effects: sleeplessness, feeling as listless as a zombie, a kind of numbness, an enervation, but more particularly an odd fragility, along with a fidgety restlessness. Then there is the loss of pleasure: Food, like everything else within the scope of sensation, was utterly without savor. Finally, there was the vanishing of hope as the gray drizzle of horror took on a despair so palpable it was like physical pain, a pain so unendurable that suicide seemed a solution. In such major depression, life is paralyzed; no new beginnings emerge. The very symptoms of depression bespeak a life on hold. For

Daniel Goleman

Bereavement is useful; full-blown depression is not. William Styron renders an eloquent description of the many dreadful manifestations of the disease, among them self-hatred, a sense of worthlessness, a dank joylessness with gloom crowding in on me, a sense of dread and alienation and, above all, a stifling anxiety.14 Then there are the intellectual marks: confusion, failure of mental focus and lapse of memories, and, at a later stage, his mind dominated by anarchic distortions, and a sense that my thought processes were engulfed by a toxic and unnameable tide that obliterated any enjoyable response to the living world. There are the physical effects: sleeplessness, feeling as listless as a zombie, a kind of numbness, an enervation, but more particularly an odd fragility, along with a fidgety restlessness. Then there is the loss of pleasure: Food, like everything else within the scope of sensation, was utterly without savor. Finally, there was the vanishing of hope as the gray drizzle of horror took on a despair so palpable it was like physical pain, a pain so unendurable that suicide seemed a solution. In such major depression, life is paralyzed; no new beginnings emerge. The very symptoms of depression bespeak a life on hold. For

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