I’ll admit I don’t understand why Rick Rypien did what he did. I am a pretty easy going, hunky dory guy myself. I never let anything get me down, and I am happy 100% of the time.
Or am I? How are you sure it’s not all just a facade? And that’s the point with mental illness. It’s a double edged sword. You can’t see it, so while you are sympathetic to someone with cancer or a broken leg, human nature is to approach someone who says he or she has mental problems with skepticism. Human nature also tells us to tell someone who is suffering from depression that he isn’t more special than any one of us. Suck it up and deal with the hand you’re dealt is a pretty universal theme in life.
For the most part I don’t post any personal problems I have on twitter or wherever. Part of it is that I feel like no one will care, and part of it is me saying why would I bother anyone else with my problems? Then again, if I broke my leg I would certainly tweet about it. The simple fact is that the stigma behind mental illness or mental problems is that a person experiencing those problems is perceived as weak.
This post is much much shorter than it should be, simply because I’m not terribly comfortable talking about personal problems. Either mine or people I have never met. But I do want everyone reading to take one lesson away from this: if you ever have a thought that even remotely approaches the thought of you killing yourself, please tell someone. A friend, a family member, or if you’re uncomfortable talking about things with them (as most people are) a professional. That’s what they’re there for. And if you are a friend or a family member, please let your friends know that you’re there for them 100% of the time, whatever they may be going through.