Many months ago, I reconnected on Facebook with a friend I had not seen since I was in elementary school. To be honest, I was surprised she even remembered me, considering people I met last week seem to have a tendency to forget who I am the next time I see them. I try to keep pleasant instances such as these in mind when the deluge of advertisements, political wrangling, and cat videos make me want to give up on social media entirely.

I’m not sure if my long, lost friend actually reads this blog, but she does see my posts about it on Facebook at least, and she was nice enough to send me a link to the article I’ve attached on today’s entry. It’s a very interesting theory, and I wanted to share it for discussion here.

Existential Depression in Gifted Children

One other quick note… When I changed hosts for this site recently, I also apparently lost my email address of For now, if you would like to communicate with me, please do it in the comments section of the blog. Hopefully, I’ll have this problem rectified soon. Thanks!

2 comments on “Gifted, Talented … and Depressed?

  • Of course I read your blog! And I clearly remember everyone from elementary school, especially the kids who were in Gifted & Talented with me. I remembered you as a nice, smart boy. ? (I have an unusually good long-term memory, but don’t ask me what I was about to do when I walked into another room).

    I think I have suffered existential depression throughout my life (in addition to situational depression). This article makes me see why, just as intelligence can be hereditary, maybe depression runs in families, too. I just wonder if it begins, for gifted individuals, as “existential,” but for some people, becomes an honest to goodness clinical depression. There’s a long line of very gifted artists throughout history who have also suffered lifelong bouts of depression…

  • I enjoy reading your blogs. While I was never a “gifted” child, I do understand the whole “do people remember me” thing. I also can relate to your struggles with depression, as I also experience them daily and have since childhood. It was only recently that I really identified with my depression (in a serious way), fight it, accept it, and am open about it. We will make a difference in this world because we are being vulnerable. We are opening ourselves up to the world about this terrible, yet manageable disease. Stay strong, my friend. Your honesty is an inspiration to many.

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