al way produced hormones and brain chemicals that acted directly to mitigate any sense of depression. In our modern society things are not so easy. We hear the lion roar but the decision and action of fight or flight is not so easy. We hear the sound of the lion roaring from every corner but there is no where to run and often nothing to fight. There is no physical perception of the source of our anxiety, nothing to react too. We are left only with depression the pervasive twin and no choice for fight or flight, just drugs the keeIn a nation of a little over 300 million people doctors wrote 152 million prescriptions for antidepressants last year. If that does not make the case for a plague then it is impossible to make.

Why is this? There are all kinds of reasons put forward. We are just now able to diagnose depression and hence prescribe drugs. There is a shortage of essential vitamins and amino acids in the food we eat. Perhaps, it is the economics of the pharmaceutical industry and advertising. None of these reasons adequately explain the wide spread and seemingly random penetration of this condition into the social fabric of the nation.

Perhaps another more basic analysis of our environment opens a possibility for consideration. Flip on the television. It does not take two minutes to find something to be depressed about. Twenty minutes watching CNN and the impression you get is the world is crumbling. War in the Middle East, Aids in Africa, populations grow everywhere, climate change and rising sea levels, our children are fat and education in the schools makes them dumber. Surf the channel changer and you find no relief more impressions of the sameness and banality of life. You bet there is an incredible amount of stuff to be depressed about. Absolutely no shortage!

Doctors will confirm that depression and anxiety are two sides of the same coin. There is a duality, one happens because of the other and it is a chicken or the egg guessing game to figure out which occurs first.

Now let’s look at how our distant cousins might have coped with depression. I sure there was an occasion for them to be a little blue. A long days march to water, no game to hunt for food, or somebody in the tribe just got eaten by a lion. I am guessing just like us they had no problem finding things to be depressed about. And just like us their depression caused anxiety. Fight or flight, fear the core ingredients of anxiety. But unlike us they didn’t have as many choices. They either got up and did something about it or died. Nobody to the rescue with a pill.

The fact that they had to get up and react to anxiety in a physical way produced hormones and brain chemicals that acted directly to mitigate any sense of depression. In our modern society things are not so easy. We hear the lion roar but the decision and action of fight or flight is not so easy. We hear the sound of the lion roaring from every corner but there is no where to run and often nothing to fight. There is no physical perception of the source of our anxiety, nothing to react too. We are left only with depression the pervasive twin and no choice for fight or flight, just drugs the keep

read and seemingly random penetration of this condition into the social fabric of the nation.

Perhaps another more basic analysis of our environment opens a possibility for consideration. Flip on the television. It does not take two minutes to find something to be depressed about. Twenty minutes watching CNN and the impression you get is the world is crumbling. War in the Middle East, Aids in Africa, populations grow everywhere, climate change and rising sea levels, our children are fat and education in the schools makes them dumber. Surf the channel changer and you find no relief more impressions of the sameness and banality of life. You bet there is an incredible amount of stuff to be depressed about. Absolutely no shortage!

Doctors will confirm that depression and anxiety are two sides of the same coin. There is a duality, one happens because of the other and it is a chicken or the egg guessing game to figure out which occurs first.

Now let’s look at how our distant cousins might have coped with depression. I sure there was an occasion for them to be a little blue. A long days march to water, no game to hunt for food, or somebody in the tribe just got eaten by a lion. I am guessing just like us they had no problem finding things to be depressed about. And just like us their depression caused anxiety. Fight or flight, fear the core ingredients of anxiety. But unlike us they didn’t have as many choices. They either got up and did something about it or died. Nobody to the rescue with a pill.

The fact that they had to get up and react to anxiety in a physical way produced hormones and brain chemicals that acted directly to mitigate any sense of depression. In our modern society things are not so easy. We hear the lion roar but the decision and action of fight or flight is not so easy. We hear the sound of the lion roaring from every corner but there is no where to run and often nothing to fight. There is no physical perception of the source of our anxiety, nothing to react too. We are left only with depression the pervasive twin and no choice for fight or flight, just drugs the kee

em dumber. Surf the channel changer and you find no relief more impressions of the sameness and banality of life. You bet there is an incredible amount of stuff to be depressed about. Absolutely no shortage!

Doctors will confirm that depression and anxiety are two sides of the same coin. There is a duality, one happens because of the other and it is a chicken or the egg guessing game to figure out which occurs first.

Now let’s look at how our distant cousins might have coped with depression. I sure there was an occasion for them to be a little blue. A long days march to water, no game to hunt for food, or somebody in the tribe just got eaten by a lion. I am guessing just like us they had no problem finding things to be depressed about. And just like us their depression caused anxiety. Fight or flight, fear the core ingredients of anxiety. But unlike us they didn’t have as many choices. They either got up and did something about it or died. Nobody to the rescue with a pill.

The fact that they had to get up and react to anxiety in a physical way produced hormones and brain chemicals that acted directly to mitigate any sense of depression. In our modern society things are not so easy. We hear the lion roar but the decision and action of fight or flight is not so easy. We hear the sound of the lion roaring from every corner but there is no where to run and often nothing to fight. There is no physical perception of the source of our anxiety, nothing to react too. We are left only with depression the pervasive twin and no choice for fight or flight, just drugs the kee

n for them to be a little blue. A long days march to water, no game to hunt for food, or somebody in the tribe just got eaten by a lion. I am guessing just like us they had no problem finding things to be depressed about. And just like us their depression caused anxiety. Fight or flight, fear the core ingredients of anxiety. But unlike us they didn’t have as many choices. They either got up and did something about it or died. Nobody to the rescue with a pill.

The fact that they had to get up and react to anxiety in a physical way produced hormones and brain chemicals that acted directly to mitigate any sense of depression. In our modern society things are not so easy. We hear the lion roar but the decision and action of fight or flight is not so easy. We hear the sound of the lion roaring from every corner but there is no where to run and often nothing to fight. There is no physical perception of the source of our anxiety, nothing to react too. We are left only with depression the pervasive twin and no choice for fight or flight, just drugs the kee

al way produced hormones and brain chemicals that acted directly to mitigate any sense of depression. In our modern society things are not so easy. We hear the lion roar but the decision and action of fight or flight is not so easy. We hear the sound of the lion roaring from every corner but there is no where to run and often nothing to fight. There is no physical perception of the source of our anxiety, nothing to react too. We are left only with depression the pervasive twin and no choice for fight or flight, just drugs the keep us hovering at the edge of an abyss.

Could we find the cure, we seek be in physical movement? To act out the fight or flight impulses that are naturally and part of our biological heritage? It should be the first thing that we try. The first prescription, get up and walk five miles, up hill until you can not hear the lion roar anymore, or better march to the fight. When you get to the top you will experience a reduction in symptoms, be proud of yourself and some healed.