Why Lincoln’s Melancholy Is A Must Read

I’ve always been something of a history nerd and am especially drawn to stories about those who have achieved greatness despite the crippling impact of mental illness. Winston Churchill was a sufferer (he called it his Black Dog). Theodore Roosevelt suffered from bipolar disorder. And Abraham Lincoln’s depression is well documented.

I just finished reading an excellent book on the latter: Lincoln’s Melancholyby Joshua Wolf Shenk. For anyone who has struggled with mental illness, it’s a must read because Shenk goes beyond simply detailing Lincoln’s episodes of depression and outlines the coping mechanisms he developed to get through the fog. In fact, the author argues, those very coping mechanisms fueled Lincoln’s greatness.

On the promotional website for the book, the author answers the question of how Lincoln was able to convert depression into greatness and how his coping tools came into play:

“First of all, in dealing with his depression head on — addressing it, staring it in the eye, grappling with it, and getting a hold of it within himself — Lincoln did work that turned out to be enormously character building and valuable to him. In one sense, the muscles he developed over a lifetime of suffering prepared him for the challenges that he faced in his presidency. Second, he had a tendency to see the dark truths of a situation, and he drew on this powerfully in his rhetoric and his actions. Experiments have shown that people who suffer from depression also exhibit something called “depressive realism” — and this applies to Lincoln. Finally, the depths of emotion that he explored as a result of his depression contributed to a deep creative capacity — as a writer and thinker. In his first inaugural address, he urged that the country would be well again when touched by “the better angels of our nature.” He didn’t say that that the worse angels would be killed or that they would go away. To the contrary, the image suggests that selves, and nations, are multi-faceted, capable of better and prone to worse, and locked in a struggle. It’s justifiably a famous phrase, and it reaches deep into the psyche because it reflects an experience that every human being knows intuitively, one of division and conflict, broken-ness and harmony, suffering and reward. These were ideas that Lincoln lived and struggled with much of his life.”

Check it out.

Getting There

Woke up in a dark mood, which happens a lot in December. Some of it’s because of things that have happened this time of year. But I’m starting to think the bigger problem is the shortness of the daylight. After some NIN from the iTunes library, I’m starting to get my mojo back. And so it’s back to work. For now, I leave you with this reminder that it’s Pearl Harbor Day.

Welcome to The OCD Diaries

I’ve thought about starting a personal blog for a long time, but resisted. The usual social networking platforms  work just fine for proliferating my articles and podcasts for the site I work for, CSOonline.com. As for the personal stuff, I try to keep it limited to the amusing things my children say on a daily basis or what I’m reading or what kind of music I’m listening to. But the deeper stuff I’ve always kept to myself. Recent events have convinced me it’s time to start sharing.

Why?

Because I’ve been around the block a few times and think I might just possibly have a little wisdom worth passing on to folks who are traveling the road I’ve been down already. Also: I tend to go through periods of brooding this time of year and writing is good therapy, right?

I’ll occasionally mention some deeply personal stuff. The goal isn’t to start a pity party. Every one of us travels through the storm. And in the end, I’m extremely grateful for where my life is at today. I guess that’s why I’m doing this: To show that there’s a way through the storm.

I’m calling this The OCD Diaries because that disorder has been my personal storm. In learning to manage it and conquer fear, I have learned the true beauty of life.

Now that this first awkward post is done, time to dress up this blog and start finding my groove.