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  • b4777467766has quoted3 years ago
    The social sciences are where you apply the scientific method not to what’s happening in

    a test tube or a particle collider, but to how you and I live every day—to social life.
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    In that moment, I finally understood for the first time why—throughout this

    journey—I kept thinking about that day when I got terribly sick in rural

    Vietnam. When I yelled for drugs to stop my worst symptom—the extreme

    room-spinning nausea—the doctor told me: “You need your nausea. It is a

    message, and we must listen to the message. It will tell us what is wrong

    with you.” If I had ignored or silenced that symptom, my kidneys would

    have failed, and I would have died.

    You need your nausea. You need your pain. It is a message, and we must

    listen to the message. All these depressed and anxious people, all over the

    world—they are giving us a message. They are telling us something has

    gone wrong with the way we live. We need to stop trying to muffle or

    silence or pathologize that pain. Instead, we need to listen to it, and honor

    it. It is only when we listen to our pain that we can follow it back to its

    source—and only there, when we can see its true causes, can we begin to

    overcome it.
  • b4777467766has quoted3 years ago
    grieve because we have loved.

    We grieve because the person we have lost mattered to us. To say that grief

    should disappear on a neat timetable is an insult to the love we have felt.

    Deep grief and depression, she explained to me, have identical

    symptoms for a reason. Depression, I realized, is itself a form of grief—for

    all the connections we need, but don’t have.

    And now I realized—just like it is an insult to Joanne to say that her

    ongoing grief for her daughter is a form of mental dysfunction, it was an

    insult to my teenage self to say that his pain was just the result of bad brain

    chemistry. It was an insult to what he had been through, and to what he

    needed.

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