Already here we can see emerging the notion of stillness.First, let me acknowledge to the reader that I understand he or she may recognise very little, some, or perhaps most of what I will attempt to flesh out in this paper.If it is forbidden to say or even think something because the symbolic would not allow it, for example if a child says “I don't want to go to school today. In other words, this child's not saying he doesn't like to go to school is not articulated in language, but in a real headache.
This intrusion may not be as sudden and violent as the above expression suggests, but can well be repeatedly experienced for years on end.
Using a Lacanian perspective in an effort to shed some lights on our problem, I would like to suggest that the phenomenon of depression may be regarded as a more or less total erosion of the register of the imaginary.
The 'noisiest' symptom caused by depression most often expresses itself in this annihilating feeling that, simply put, things somehow seem to have stopped going anywhere. If this ordeal wasn't incapacitating enough, a certitude imposes itself which becomes ever more difficult to shake off: something has been lost forever.
Everything around us seems suddenly absurd and pointless, as if all along we had been deceiving ourselves with made up stories and fantasies.
What in our close friends and significant others used to move, stir, incite or even anger now leaves us untouched, detached, painfully bored and dreadfully lonely.
The impression that 'we don't get it anymore' only adds to the certitude that something is wrong.The British child psychoanalyst Melanie Klein understands depression as a 'position' we are naturally forced to return to repeatedly as part of a necessary process of adaptation.For Klein, there inevitably comes a time when the fantasies we used to orient ourselves with in life become obsolete and so must be shed for new and more adequate ones.The French psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan takes this idea further and posits that our sense of existence derives solely from the actual movement between two thoughts or signifiers.In depression the real has put a stop to this movement.Now according to the French psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan the real intrudes into a person's life in one of two ways.In the case where we have been repressing something for some time already, then the real may express itself in a symptom. ” to his parents who happen to put a high value on the academia – then the real manifests itself in a symptomatic headache.For our usual ways of looking at things, people and relationships now appear so painfully real.Could it be that learning something about the enemy, here the Real, help us find a way out of depression?Depression may not be such a synonym for doom as it initially appears.After all, why should it be so different in kind from most things in life and not actually have something in it that we can use creatively?