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The word unhappy has almost been replaced in the common lexicon by the word depressed. For every time you hear someone claim to be unhappy, you hear a hundred claim to be depressed. This is significant: for to be depressed is now to be suffering from a medical condition, which it is the role of professionals to cure. But the fact is, and will probably always be, that unhappiness as a mental state is inevitable for human beings, though not any particular instance of it, which may well be subject to alleviation—though, again, not by medical means or those of technical psychology. To pretend otherwise is to do humanity no service.
That melancholia as a medical condition exists is almost certain; once seen or experienced it is never forgotten. But to subsume all human unhappiness under its rubric is a manoeuvre typical of professions that seek to extend their scope, all the more urgently because they, the professions, have been increased vastly in size thanks to an expansion of tertiary education beyond the capacity of society to absorb its products in any other way.
Thus it is important from the point of view of professional psychology that people should be rendered fragile: incapable, for example, of being insulted or offended without psychological collapse, or of facing distant hypothetical prospects—that, say, of catastrophic climate change—without paralysing degrees of anxiety requiring professional assistance to overcome. (I read recently that there are psychotherapists in California who specialise in allaying anxiety about climate change, though not of course eliminating it, for that would be to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.)
The habit of constantly examining one’s mental state like a hypochondriac constantly taking his pulse, his temperature or his blood pressure, is productive of anxiety, misery and triviality. The sooner we abandon the very notion of mental health the happier we shall be—though not perfectly happy.
Anthony Daniels Retired psychiatrist
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