There is some sort of epidemic forming with suicide. Like a switch going off in some people out of the blue. It has always been that way in that seemingly “ok” people kill themselves, but suicide rates are way up and child suicide is becoming a big problem. Presecription drugs, food additives, something in the water? Just seems something unnatural may be happening.
Sad sad news, and I understand he was battling depression but I still cant wrap my head around it. I can't imagine having all the money I could dream of and choosing to breathe my last breath. I would understand rich depressed people falling into a hole of alcoholism or drugs, I just cant get that so many commit suicide
There is some sort of epidemic forming with suicide. Like a switch going off in some people out of the blue. It has always been that way in that seemingly “ok” people kill themselves, but suicide rates are way up and child suicide is becoming a big problem. Presecription drugs, food additives, something in the water? Just seems something unnatural may be happening.
Like a switch going off in some people out of the blue. It has always been that way in that seemingly “ok” people kill themselves, but suicide rates are way up and child suicide is becoming a big problem. Presecription drugs, food additives, something in the water? Just seems something unnatural may be happening.
Well said. Medication and cognitive therapy saved me 30 years ago. I am still on a maintenance meds and therapy. Nothing is more frustrating than someone telling snap out of it. Mental illness runs in my family.I don't think it's a switch at all. It's something going on inside of people all the time. But we learn to hide it. We learn not to talk about it, because you're not supposed to talk about it. Because people tell you to cheer up, to be happy for yourself, to count your blessings.
So quietly, you suffer, and you go on, every day, because you're supposed to be happy, and you're supposed to feel satisfied, and all this success is supposed to mean something, but you just feel empty and worthless inside, and you know you don't deserve it.
Depression doesn't care if you're rich or handsome or powerful or popular or surrounded by people who worship you. Why would you think it does? Does diabetes care if you're rich? Does cancer care if you have a TV show or a bestselling book?
We still don't take it seriously as a disease. We say, "How can someone with such a life be depressed," because we still think, well, they should just *choose* to be happy. As if people wouldn't choose that option if they could.
All you can do is just try to manage it. And sometimes, you lose that battle. Sometimes, the depression just wears you down, and you're so tired of feeling so sh!tty, of feeling like nothing matters, of feeling like you're worthless and unworthy of love, that you'd rather just not be alive anymore.
But please don't view it as a reflection of who these people are. It's not. It's the disease.
Get help if you can. Go to therapy. Get treatment. It can help. It's helped me.
But it doesn't help everyone. And we need to look at it honestly as a disease.
There is some sort of epidemic forming with suicide. Like a switch going off in some people out of the blue. It has always been that way in that seemingly “ok” people kill themselves, but suicide rates are way up and child suicide is becoming a big problem. Presecription drugs, food additives, something in the water? Just seems something unnatural may be happening.
Well said. Medication and cognitive therapy saved me 30 years ago. I am still on a maintenance meds and therapy. Nothing is more frustrating than someone telling snap out of it. Mental illness runs in my family.
Kitchen Confidential is one of my favorite books. A must read if you like him, enjoy cooking or ever worked in a kitchen.
Because people who haven't experienced directly or indirectly equate depression with being sad rather than a medical condition. I have a business acquaintance who told me that he used to go home every day, eat supper, go up into his room and cry until he'll fell asleep. Every day. I don't think I had any sense of power it had before I heard that.I'm with you. Therapy has helped me so much. But I know it could all come rushing back at any moment. And people around me are always like, "But you have X, Y, and Z, how can you be depressed?!"
So easily.
Do you think they read this book in the kitchen at Keney deep?