Depression used to be the easiest state for me to reach, in fact I would go so far as to say that for most of my life it was my default state of being. There's an idea called depressive realism which suggests that those with a more accurate view of life are more prone to being depressed, and for a long time that was the truth of my life. I could see the facts that people forgot to include in the decisions that informed their actions and their lives, and I could see that most people prefer to block out uncomfortable thoughts rather than confront them. This led to me feeling alienated from pretty much everyone I came into contact with, and I felt surrounded by stupid people. But as the conspiracy theorist saying goes: "That's what they want you to think." When you focus on the differences, that will be all you see, when in truth the similarities are much more numerous. Feeling alienated from everyone, I allowed myself to escape the fact that I am also a stupid person. While I despised the habitual devotion to a system that destroys our souls while funnelling all profit to the lowest lifeforms on the planet, I was allowed to ignore the fact that I myself did nothing but go along with it.
On a lark, about a year ago, I decided to stop drinking coffee and see what happens. Within days, I could tell that I suddenly had more good days than bad. This apparently is related to the amount of water a human body has stored up. Too little, and your brain starts feeling like Eeyore. Turns out, anything you drink that's not water needs to be flushed from your system, and your body uses water to do it. Alcohol is the worst offender here. A hangover is nothing more than the effects of dehydration.
Fluoride is another can of worms you may not know about. It's a substance more toxic than lead, and it's been proven that consuming it in less than lethal doses makes people stupid. The history of fluoride, shortly, is that industrialists found a way to sell a useless by-product of aluminium mining–fluoride–to the government for a huge mark-up, by convincing the public through newspapers that it prevents tooth decay and is therefore good for you. Fluoride also causes bone damage and docility, but I'll leave the research to you, if you dare. I had assumed, very stupidly, that the damage had been done, that I would be a fluoridated zombie forever and that the best I could hope for is damage control. A few weeks ago, to see what would happen, I switched from (fluoride) toothpaste to salt. Turns out it's actually the abrasiveness of the paste that cleans, and that salt–being more abrasive–cleans better. Within about two days, motivation unlike I have ever known in my life began to manifest itself.
It's difficult to tell whether this came directly from the decreased fluoride consumption or from the exercise I've started doing since, but it was an unexpected and very surprising effect. Now, instead of getting off work and indulging in some mental masturbation by watching a movie or playing something secreted from the anus of EA, I work on one of the many projects I've started in the last few years, something I could never find the motivation to do. It still amazes me, since my mind has done a complete 180, yet I can't really tell what's different.
One of the effects of our minds is that we can have all or most of the pieces, but we're generally not inclined to put them together. It's been difficult for me to tell where changes on a global level end and where personal changes begin. Since I found that once you change your mind you change the world, that line has blurred considerably. It would appear, though, that it has now become the time to build.