I’ll make this short and not so sweet.
There has been a lot of media attention lately on depression and suicide. Mainly because those people were “celebrities.” People who seemingly had everything.
The public is shocked. How could such a thing happen?
It is really quite simple.
They were suffering from depression. Clinical depression. A disease. Just like heart disease. Diabetes. Cancer.
Sadness that is beyond control. Even to “normal” people who are not celebrities. People who have families. Good lives. Good jobs. Everything to live for.
But they can’t. They don’t.
So if you are one of those people, the ones who spout clichés like “they just need to man-up” or “life is tough, get over it,” or “they just need more Jesus and less Prozac,” please be advised.
You are ignorant. Stupid. A total, complete, uninformed, unmitigated jack-ass.
Take a little advice from an Alabama hillbilly. Shut your trap, and be grateful to God Almighty that you never have seen depression or suicide up-close. In a friend. A loved-one. A spouse. Your child. Or maybe even yourself.
Consider yourself blessed.
Consider yourself warned.