Stephen Fry has written on his blog about his attempt to commit suicide last year.
There isn‚Äôt any point in denying that the outburst of sympathy and support that followed my confession to an attempt at self-slaughter last year (Richard Herring podcast) has touched me very deeply.
Some people, as some people always will, cannot understand that depression (or in my case cyclothymia, a form of bipolar disorder) is an illness and they are themselves perhaps the sufferers of a malady that one might call either an obsession with money, or a woeful lack of imagination.
‚ÄúHow can someone so well-off, well-known and successful have depression?‚ÄĚ they ask.¬†Alastair Campbell in a marvelous article, suggested changing the word ‚Äúdepression‚ÄĚ to ‚Äúcancer‚ÄĚ or ‚Äúdiabetes‚ÄĚ in order to reveal how, in its own way, sick a question, it is. Ill-natured, ill-informed, ill-willed or just plain ill, it‚Äôs hard to say.
Depression is something that no one can really understand until they have experienced it. People think that depression is a feeling of deep sadness…for me it is not anything like that at all.
But, most people, a surging, warm, caring majority, have been kind. Almost too kind. There‚Äôs something a little flustering and embarrassing when a taxi-driver shakes you by the hand, looks deep into your eyes and says ‚ÄúYou look after yourself, mate, yes? Promise me?‚ÄĚ And there‚Äôs something perhaps not too helpful to one‚Äôs mental health when it is the only subject people want to talk to you about, however kindly or for whatever reasons. ¬† Read more »