O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills - Walt Whitman
I am shaken up as the rest of the world by the suicide of Robin Williams. I’m angry, devastated, sad, and yes – betrayed.
Betrayed by depression, that monster that robs families of their loved ones and drives people to give up the greatest gift of all: life.
Betrayed by the fact that such a great comic and dramatic genius could fall so deep into sorrow that Read more [...]
With the holidays here also arrives an increase in depression for many people. Writers? Depressed?
We've all heard about it. Creative genius and depression seem to go hand in hand with many. I know. I suffered depression for many years. And the holidays come with their own heavy, gray veil to be pushed aside.
We know them. Writers who committed suicide.
Sylvia Plath. Virginia Woolf. Anne Sexton. Hunter S. Thompson. Ernest Hemingway.
Why? In the case of Hemingway 4 other immediate Read more [...]
I didn’t like my son much before he was born. I didn’t want to be a mom. I was angry at him for coming. I shook my fist at my tummy wanting him to go away. He defied me and grew bigger.
Then when I saw his face for the first time and held him to me I knew the fiercest love I’d ever known. I told him I was sorry I didn’t like him much before. It was like the corniest moment in the feel-good-movie-of-the-year. But it was true. And I finally got the cliché “Love makes the world go Read more [...]