Depression, which knows no bounds in terms of age, race, religion, and class, poses a significant threat, especially to women and artists (particularly poets). In several important sections of his book, William Styron dissects and corrects the misbeliefs surrounding depression. From writings that naively assume all forms of depression are easily controllable to quick-fix remedies that he deems as nothing more than charlatans' tricks and the gullibility of readers who are swayed by promises of rapid cures!
The intense pain of severe depression is completely unimaginable to those who have not experienced it. Preventing many suicides is only possible if the public becomes aware of the nature of this pain. Although some manage to recover from depression through medication, treatment, and hospitalization, the vast majority who are forced to give up their lives are just as worthy of sympathy as the terminal cancer patients.
Depression has various causes and a mysterious nature. Compared to other debilitating diseases, it reveals its secrets with great difficulty. According to the author, depression has such complex causes, symptoms, and treatment methods that the results obtained from one person's experience are by no means sufficient for generalization. Even in the course of drug treatment, the patient's improvement is largely dependent on the individual's overall motivation and response, such that the dosage prescribed for one person may be ineffective or even cause another person to relapse. However, a large number of patients who have overcome depression will relapse again. Depression is recurrent... a cruel torture.
Styron's American explanations are not limited to such enlightened interpretations and corrections. In the second chapter, he describes the interesting experiences of a close friend with Romania and the capture of him and his ex-wife, Jane Styron, in the storm of depression. These experiences also refer to the author's deep susceptibility (in his youth) to the writings of Albert Camus.
In the Persian translation, the word "Madness" at the end of the book's title, "Darkness visible: a memoir of madness," has been reduced in meaning to "Depression." Although the reason for this is understandable, it is not justifiable. The author begins the fourth chapter of his book with a strong objection to the superficial and ineffective nature of the word "Depression" in naming this terrifying and uncontrollable disease. In his opinion, acute depression is a type of mental breakdown, and the simple word "depression" does not convey the severity of the disease and the depth of the patient's pain and suffering.
Since the author's discussion and argument have been largely ignored through the clever (!) manipulation of the book's title in the Persian translation, it is necessary to emphasize here that William Styron's experiences in "Visible Darkness: A Memoir of Depression" are centered around "major depression," and the occasional sadness that modern humans are more prone to than ever before is no small matter in this book.
Overall, the translation of the book's text in terms of correcting and replacing the conventional equivalents of words and phrases in the Persian language lacks the necessary precision and care. The closer we get to the end of the book, the more the problems and shortcomings of the translation's meaning become evident compared to the original text.
At the end of the third chapter, a list of creative artists who have committed suicide due to the torture of depression is presented, and among them, the name of Vincent van Gogh, the Dutch painter, also catches the eye. Apparently, this topic, as well as the author's analysis of a line on the last page referring to the famous painting "The Starry Night," has inspired the innovative (!) design of the cover of the Persian edition of the book :)
The revolving stars of the crazy and suicidal van Gogh are the prelude to the artist's fall into madness and oblivion.
Undoubtedly, the human mind at certain times is on the verge of collapse. The invasion of different thoughts, like the turmoil of the soul and spirit, exposes a person to various challenges.
Our thoughts during such periods act like sharp and victorious arrows, and we must seek ways to calm the mental arrows within us. In this search, we realize that every mental and spiritual crisis is a sea leading to a thousandfold of sadness, but ultimately, there are three ways out: 1. Requesting one's own death (a more gentle and digestible term than suicide. After all, does every human have the right to experience life or death several times? More than once? So let's give them the right to decide about their own life's miseries.); 2. Escape from the prison of a thousandfold of sadness; 3. Returning again to the embrace of this prison and having its days closed again by the jailer (mental and physical crises).
Sadness is not a disease but an internal reaction to prevailing conditions. According to Newton's third law: Every action has a reaction. I read somewhere that Schopenhauer believed that "a person does not become sad by himself, but his surroundings play a role in shaping this internal state. So it is better for each person, before labeling himself as sad, first look at his surroundings with a broader and unbiased view. Second, take a step in the forgotten path of the past and pay attention to the mental, spiritual, and physical crises that he has overcome before. And finally, we realize that sadness does not have a single cause but is more complex than these words!
Sadness sits in a corner since birth and waits for the appointed time to come. What is the appointed time for? The appointed time for the periodic turmoil of our soul and spirit. To experience an indescribable pain. Creating a medicine that can soothe this pain is beyond the ability of our pharmacists.
When a person's patience runs out of all these miseries of life, sadness comes towards us again and again and welcomes us with its open and warm embrace. And thus, a new chapter of our life is written by sadness, and its result is endless mental self-harm.
The only way to treat sadness, from the perspective of a person who has entered such a storm and returned safely (of course, with many spiritual scars left), is self-reflection and time. Although time does not help a person forget something, it helps them get used to it! Get used to accepting that the nature of life is painful and, of course, sweet!
What can prevent the taboos of sadness and also reduce the pain caused by sadness for the involved person is general awareness. Saying sentences like "Dad, it's nothing. I've overcome worse things than this, and I haven't become sad. Let go of these thoughts, and so on and so forth" is actually the worst kind of respectful obscenity possible for a person陷入 mental decline.
Giving general awareness causes the door in our mental and cultural prison to open towards light and hope and allows our thoughts to be seen and criticized without any prejudice.
An interesting conclusion that we reach is that we realize that every person has experienced some degree of sadness in a certain period of their life, and it would be great if such groups could be formed to exchange experiences and memories of sadness. Undoubtedly, many cases of self-requested death can be prevented!
I think it was almost a year ago that I read the review of "Sehil" about this book, and I was eager to buy it at the first possible opportunity. Although I am busy with exams and extremely precious moments of my university life, reading this book brought back the inner peace that I had lost, and I really wanted to read Sehil's review again now that I have read the book, but unfortunately, I couldn't find it :|. Endless thanks to William Styron for bringing me back to the boundless ocean of life :)
It is often said that writing a memoir requires a great deal of courage. In this book, the American writer William Styron sheds light on a dark period of his life. In these memoirs, he reveals a mental illness that is no less dangerous than many diseases, depression.
Styron began writing when he was in his sixties, with no obvious or specific reason for depression. William presents in these memoirs some cases of depression that overwhelmed some writers who left us an unforgettable literary heritage - such as Hemingway and Virginia Woolf - and they became victims of this disease after it led them to suicide.
Dr. Gold, Styron's treating physician, advised him not to enter the hospital or disclose his condition for fear of harming his literary reputation. But after his condition deteriorated and he attempted suicide, his wife helped him and took him to the hospital to receive treatment. Contrary to expectations, Styron found in the hospital a safe haven and a good environment for recovery and getting out of this sick state.
If you have relatives or friends suffering from depression, help them as Rose, Styron's wife, did. For without her presence beside him, he would have committed suicide.
What distinguishes these memoirs the most is the warm language that Styron uses, speaking to the reader as an old friend in a straightforward manner without pretense.
Quotes from the book:
"In the middle of the journey of our life
I found myself in a dark forest
Where the right path was lost..
The poet: Dante"
"In the absence of hope, we must struggle until we are saved, even if it is with the breaking of our hearts, and this is what we do."
"I can go so far as to say that the victims of depression might have been able to avoid many of its terrible consequences if they had been given the support that Rose gave me."
"Those who have not experienced the pain caused by acute depression cannot imagine it, and that depression can lead to the death of its victim in many cases, when the suffering exceeds the patient's ability to bear. And it will remain difficult to find a solution without the occurrence of many cases of suicide until a general awareness of the nature of this pain is formed."
"Most people who suffer from depression eventually recover from it, either through the healing that occurs over time or through medical intervention or by admitting them to hospitals in many cases, and this may be the only advantage of the disease; as for the group of the unfortunate who are forced to destroy themselves, they should not be blamed more than the victims of cancer in its final stage."
"Most people have been cut open by surgeons and have had the blows of life fall on them, but they still go through the path even if they limp, but without being touched by the real pain of depression."
"Most of those who fall into the swamp of depression in its ugliest forms, whatever the reason, live in a state of unrealistic despair, and are torn by exaggerated and deadly causes that are not related to reality. And this may require friends, lovers, family members, and admirers to shower them with love until they are convinced of the value of life, which often conflicts with their feeling of the absence of value, and this love has saved a huge number of the disease's victims from suicide."