Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Black Bile and Black Dogs

Depression is black. That's been the view of Western culture ever since the ancient Greeks, with their concept of "melan cholia" (μελαγχολία) - black bile. The idea was that psychological states were associated with particular bodily fluids; melancholy was associated with the "black bile" of the spleen, as opposed to the go-getting, passionate "yellow bile" of the gall-bladder

What this "black bile" (melan chole) actually was is rather mysterious. The gall bladder does indeed produce bile, a digestive juice which is greenish-yellow, but the spleen doesn't secrete anything as such. It itself is a dark greyish-purple, which might have given rise to the idea that it contained something black. Here's another theory.

The other color associated with depression is blue, of course, as in The Blues. However, when picturing depression-blue, I think most people generally see it as something rather close to black. It's the sky at twilight, not a bright summer's day, right? It's not a happy blue.

Winston Churchill famously referred to his depression as his Black Dog. There's a rather nice correspondence here with Chinese, though I doubt Churchill knew it. Here's the Chinese character for black and (one of) the characters for dog:
Write these as two separate characters and it says, well, black dog (badly). But there's another character which consists of "black" & " dog" combined:

This means silence; quiet; speechless; mute.

This is as good a one-word description of depression as any. Churchill's metaphor has always struck me as slightly misleading in one sense (although it's excellent in others): depression is not a thing; not even a black one. It is a lack, of motivation, energy, joy, imagination; you don't wake up and feel depressed, you wake up depressed and feel terrible, but the depression is hidden, only evident in retrospect, just as you don't tend to notice how quiet it is until a noise breaks the silence.

8 comments:

veri said...

Maybe you could think less and take up tai chi. I'm sorry about your cat but please don't torture yourself.

Jayarava said...

Depressed literally means 'pressed down', to force down, or to be pushed pushed down by force. From Proto-Indo-European *prem-/*pres- "to strike." This is not a bad definition as well - it captures the metaphorical weight which sees to pile up when suffering from depression.

I also think of depression as a loss of perspective. Or as a particular kind of fatigue.

BTW Have you seen this diagram of colour associations in different cultures.

Chris said...

Baudelaire has several metaphors to contain his own depression: "an heavy and low sky", "being the king of a rainy land", "having a black flag on one's head": it is all black-grey...
I don't regret having known depression from the inside. The loss of colour is something worth it if you eventually get out of it, of course...

Anonymous said...

I like your thinking here.

To me, depression is very much a process, so whilst Churchill's Black Dog is a nice metaphor, it *is* misleading in the way you suggest.

When I look at what depression does, it seems to be very tied up with depressing some kind of action.

I find the metaphor of the black hole useful here: a black hole is a star that collapses under its own mass rather than supernovas. People suffering depression often express a fear of 'losing it' if they express certain emotions (classically, anger and sadness). If expressing your feelings means losing control totally, forever, then depression becomes a very creative self-protection measure.

Anonymous said...

"depression is not a thing"-- I agree. I would add that often, when you're depressed, depression is merely YOU.

Anonymous said...

I read this aloud to my girlfriend, who is from Shanghai, and I also showed her the pictures. Let's just say she loved it and honestly couldn't stop laughing :) She made me read it twice. She thought it was that insightful.

We both think inserting the Greek word for melancholy right into the article was a nice touch.

Ok, here's a serious question from my girlfriend:

Is it really possible that you are as fluent in Greek as you are in Mandarin Chinese?

Neuroskeptic said...

Thanks.

actually I don't know Greek at all. I just copied that from Wikipedia.

The Chinese bit however was something I spotted myself. I am learning Chinese. Or rather... 我学中文

Anonymous said...

The gallbladder stores bile, while the liver produces it.