It was a rough week. We lost two creative souls to the private demons we had no idea they battled.
Kate Spade created, among other things, handbags I’ve always admired and been too poor to own. She always seemed hip and funky and carefree. Who knew that she suffered from bipolar disorder and depression?
I’ve been a fan of Anthony Bourdain for a long time. In fact, one of my characters mentions him in my first novel, Luke & Bella. In the book, they create a travel program very loosely based on Bourdain’s Travel Channel show, No Reservations. He always seemed to be an asshole, frankly, greeting the world on his own terms. But he always conveyed a deep respect for the people and cultures he visited. To hear that he’s gone, and by his own hand, is simply shocking.
We’re left with the inevitable question, why? Why did two people who seemed to have everything just quit? The fact that they each left a young daughter behind is heartbreaking. That’s not something you get over.
Which brings us to this point: We have to start a conversation about mental illness. Not talking about it is toxic. It’s not some dirty, shameful secret. Struggling does not make you defective, it makes you human. Talk to someone. Tell them what’s going on. Seek professional help.
If you had heart disease or diabetes, you’d see a doctor. Illness is illness, physical or mental. There are those who will criticize. Fuck’em. Take care of yourself.
If you or someone you love needs help, please call this number. I’ve been through some shit in my life. But the thing I’ve noticed is that the sun still comes up every morning. It’s a sure sign that you are loved, you have value, and you have hope.
I needed a little Sweet Baby James tonight. I hope you enjoy. Be sure to hug those you love this weekend.
Happy Saturday night!