Richard Jeni shot and killed himself this week. The news upset me. I liked him. He was good at what he did. He made people laugh. He made me laugh. Cause: depression.
Depression is horribly, ridiculously misunderstood. I hate how it's something talked about in hushed tones, an embarrassment. No one sees cancer as an embarrassment but the end results of both, untreated, is the same. Someone ends up dead.
No body (in their right mind) refuses chemo because they worry how the family might look with a bald wife/son/father/daughter. When you catch a cold, no one thinks you're brave if you refuse medication or help.
You're just an idiot.
I read something once where they interviewed the people that jumped off bridges and survived. They pretty much universally said that, on the way down, they thought, "Oh man, I can change everything about my life...except this thing I'm doing now."
I heard on the drive home last night that Brad Delp from Boston killed himself too.
What a waste. A colossal, avoidable, waste.