Stephen Fry has written on his blog about his attempt to commit suicide last year.
There isnâ€™t 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.
â€śHow can someone so well-off, well-known and successful have depression?â€ť they ask.Â Alastair Campbell in a marvelous article, suggested changing the word â€śdepressionâ€ť to â€ścancerâ€ť or â€śdiabetesâ€ť in order to reveal how, in its own way, sick a question, it is. Ill-natured, ill-informed, ill-willed or just plain ill, itâ€™s 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. Thereâ€™s something a little flustering and embarrassing when a taxi-driver shakes you by the hand, looks deep into your eyes and says â€śYou look after yourself, mate, yes? Promise me?â€ť And thereâ€™s something perhaps not too helpful to oneâ€™s mental health when it is the only subject people want to talk to you about, however kindly or for whatever reasons. Â Read more »