Kate Spade’s and Anthony Bourdain’s suicides shocked the world, and has shone a renewed light on depression. It’s understandable. If people like them, who have fame, good looks, love, wealth, and a powerful voice, can’t fight the demons of depression, what hope do we regular folks have?
I have fought depression for years, like so many people. I’ve been in the worst depression of my life for the past two weeks, and am I am finally coming out of it now. To say these depressions are rough is an understatement, and for me, talking them through doesn’t really help.
I wish people would understand that sometimes talking does nothing. It compounds it. Being around certain people doesn’t help either – usually those people who tell you to “snap out of it” or who think you’re being dramatic or having a “moment.” Believe me, if I could snap my fingers and have my mental and emotional pain go away, I’d do it in a heartbeat. But I can’t, so I work through it in my own way.
My take on depression is this: reach out but also realize that sometimes, people may not want to talk. It’s great that there’s all this focus on calling a hotline number, but speaking for myself, I have no desire to share my feelings with a stranger nor do I want to dump my sadness on someone else.
That’s why I wrote this, not out of self-pity but because depression takes many forms and people deal with it in different ways, and there’s not a one-size-fits-all solution.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled foodie post.