I’m sitting here at my desk, completely torn.
Charlotte Dawson’s death has pierced my heart. I can’t imagine what her friends and family are feeling right now.
At the same time, I feel a little sad about all the out-pouring of grief over social media. Because she was famous her death is getting so much air play.
There are also plenty of less famous people who have struggled with depression and anxiety. People face their own types of trolls. Their own fears, terrors, decisions and circumstances. deaths are quiet.
I know that Charlotte’s friends are in a position to raise awareness of this horrible disease by speaking out loud about her death. I’m so pleased they are because if something good has to come out of something so horrifically wretched, then let it be that.
In saying that, my thoughts continue to go back to that farmer I wrote about here (Drum Piece). His death didn’t make headlines. Neither did the other farmers or people who have died because they lost hope. Our communities tend to shy away from them; as if speaking of it out loud might tar them with the same brush.
From all media accounts, Charlotte suffered deeply. So have others – the silent deaths.
While we mourn Charlotte, please also remember the others who you haven’t heard of. Who you don’t know. Think of their families and friends.
Depression is a crippling disease. A black fog – one that I have experienced – which seems to have no door to let you escape from it.
Let’s not let another life be taken by it, if we can.
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