Adam Chapman

The Problem With Blue Monday, The Most Depressing Day Of The Year

“Blue Monday”

We’re not talking about the 1983 banger by New Order although I’d suggest sticking that through your headphones and going for a walk as that is a certified classic. No, we’re talking about the elusive day.

Typically the third Monday of January is considered to be the most depressing day of the year. The Christmas spirit has died along with your Christmas tree, you’ve probably already broken your New Years resolution and it feels like forever until payday.

Conditions such as Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) are widespread in the midst of a British winter with the short days and chilly winds that make you not want to leave the comfort of your bedroom but depression can hit and be present all year round.

There’s not rock solid scientific proof for Blue Monday as measuring levels of depression from day to day is near on impossible, thus the theory is considered a pseudoscience but that doesn’t mean it’s free from criticism.

Mental Health charities have berated the idea of Blue Monday suggesting it’s actually more harmful to those suffering from depression, in essence trivialising the condition. Depression is more than feeling a little blue, it’s a debilitating condition.

It is believed that the first widespread use of Blue Monday as the most depressing day of the year was actually initially a PR stunt for a travel agency who coined the term to drive business in what is normally a quiet time of year for the economic reasons previously described.

Pretty disgusting behaviour to capitalise on a serious disorder for your own personal gain. Do we really have to mention Logan Paul’s recent disaster when it came to featuring a recently deceased man hanging from a tree in one of his Vlogs?

For those who haven’t ever suffered from depression, it’s hard to explain how a chemical imbalance in the brain and relentless self-doubt and anxiety can wipe you out for days at a time.

As I’ve made very aware throughout my time writing for The Bickering Press, I’ve had my spells with depression. It’s honestly so unpleasant. Unable to force yourself to get out of bed. Distancing yourself from the ones who care for you. Failure to enjoy the things that you previously did. It’s zombifying.

As hard as it can be, if you know someone who is suffering from depression, just be patient with them, call them up for a chat, suggest going for a coffee or a pint, just let them know you’re there. Sure it may seem futile at the time but trust me, in the long run, it’ll be worth it and could even potentially save a life.

If you yourself are suffering, just remember there are people and services out there. A list of helplines can be found on the NHS Website