later that day, one of my favourite workmates who is usually upbeat with a ready smile started our zoom call with a long sigh.
“i think i’m depressed,” he said, a concerned crinkle between his eyebrows. “every day it’s the same thing over and over. and i am so, so … just something.”
and that’s just it. we can feel that something has shifted, perhaps in our ability to continue to live pandemic life day-after-day with a brave face, or maybe it’s in the confidence we may once have had that yes, everything will, in fact, eventually be okay.
until grant’s piece, this uncomfortable nagging pit in our stomachs remained nameless. languishing is “the neglected middle child of mental health,” he wrote, the absence of well-being, the space between depression and flourishing.
“you don’t have symptoms of mental illness, but you’re not the picture of mental health either. you’re not functioning at full capacity. languishing dulls your motivation, disrupts your ability to focus, and triples the odds that you’ll cut back on work.”
boom.
if any of this sounds familiar, you are not alone. according to grant, languishing is more common than major depression, and could be a risk factor for mental illness.