Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.

As the ALS #IceBucketChallenge geared up last week, I thought about writing a reminder on social media about other diseases and charities, such as NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness). But I didn’t want to distract from a good cause, such as fighting ALS or any other disease.

Hearing about Robin Williams’ death was a bit of a punch in the gut. Like many people, I thought about how sad it is, how difficult of a battle he must have been fighting, how brilliant of a soul the world had just lost. I think it’s opened up a new conversation about mental illness and the struggle with depression, anxiety and a whole host of other diseases faced by so many people. I’ve seen quite a few insightful posts and articles in the last couple of days…but I’ve also seen some that made me draw my breath sharply and shake my head.

I waited a couple of days to write this, even though it has been tugging at my heart all week.

GregThis hits close to home for me.

My close friend of more than ten years took his own life in April of 2013. Greg was a brilliant, sweet, kind young man who seemingly had everything the world could offer.

I will never forget that phone call from his sister. Of course, part of it was the realization that I would never get to see him or give him a hug or laugh with him again. But part of it was because Greg’s family was so open about what he had been going through and they wanted people to know what had caused his death.

Greg had recently been diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

Before you begin thinking, “He didn’t try hard enough to fight it” or “Depression and anxiety get better,” let me just point out a couple of things.

Would you ever say about someone who died of cancer, “He or she didn’t try hard enough” to fight the disease?

Or someone with schizophrenia, for example?

Chances are, you would feel bad for them and recognize that sometimes, you do what you can to fight it…but the disease does the rest.

You don’t choose mental illness, the same way you don’t choose cancer or any other disease.

I’ve also heard people say that those who suffer from it must not believe in God or religion.

My God can heal anyone. I firmly believe that. But the fact is, people die all the time from various diseases. My grandfather died of cancer. I’ve seen many, many people die from other things. Accidents, car wrecks, diseases. I believe He is capable of healing beyond what any of us can imagine. I’ve seen it. But I also see people die from other causes all the time.

To think that someone “wasn’t trying hard enough” — I don’t think that’s a good representation of how depression affects you.

I’ve dealt with crushing anxiety and mild depression before, for most of my adult life. I say “mild” because I have never gotten to the point of considering suicide as my “only option.” Ever feel sad before? Ever feel hopeless? Imagine feeling that constantly. Imagine feeling like your own brain has betrayed you and that you can’t be sure from one moment to the next what your own head is going to throw at you. That’s terrifying to think about for even five minutes. Imagine it happening all the time. It doesn’t always “get better.”

Robin Williams “had it all,” that’s for sure. Brilliant actor and comedian…Academy Awards. Emmy Awards. Golden Globes. Possibly one of the most renowned and funniest people the world has ever known. I’m sure he was incredibly wealthy too.

My friend Greg “had it all,” too, by many standards. He was an exceptional athlete and even a marathon runner. He went to MIT, where he was also a tutor for high school kids on top of all his college work. He was involved in tons of community outreach, did Teach for America, worked in D.C. for a think tank and did economic research. He was the type of “smart” many of us can’t even comprehend.

When I last saw him, several months before his death, he was getting ready to begin a doctorate program in Michigan. When I last spoke to him, about a month before his death, he had changed his mind and decided to keep working in D.C. for the time being.

He was 25 years old when he died.

I’ve heard people say, myself included, when someone dies from suicide: “What a waste.” A waste of potential, a waste of the person’s unique gifts, a waste of the time he or she could have spent here on this earth…cut short.

But if someone has gotten to that point, gripped by depression, where suicide is the only option…it’s not a choice anymore. It’s what he or she feels is the ONLY option.

It doesn’t mean you haven’t tried. It doesn’t mean you want to leave family and friends behind and let them suffer. It means you have tried with all your might to “fix” yourself or “fix” your life and you cannot see any way to continue. It’s an utterly hopeless and horrible situation in which to be, and it happens to so many people. Silently, because mental illness is stigmatized and even those who suffer from it frequently don’t want to talk about it.

I don’t know what Robin Williams’ last days were like, or the battle he was fighting. I don’t know what Greg’s battle was like. I don’t know what Brad, a coworker of mine who died by suicide in college, was thinking. I hope they knew people cared for them and that they weren’t alone.

I do know how I’ve felt in my most hopeless moments.

I do know that I’ve been blessed with family and friends who hear me out and are there for me in my darkest moments. Not everyone has that.

If you struggle with depression, anxiety or any other mental illness…know you aren’t alone. Reach out to someone. Talk to someone, whether it’s a friend or family member or a complete stranger or someone on a hotline.

During my junior year at Cornell, there were several suicide deaths in a very short period of time. Our University President put out a statement to the Cornell community and he wrote a line that has stuck with me to this day.

“If you learn anything at Cornell, please learn to ask for help. It is a sign of wisdom and strength.”

This week, and going forward, while we are raising awareness for another absolutely debilitating disease, and while we are mourning the loss of a brilliant actor and comedian, please keep mental illness in your mind.

Remember that sometimes illness is not something you can see when you look at a person from the outside.


EDIT, 11/28/2017: As I reread this post, I edited the phrase I initially wrote about a coworker from college (“committed suicide”) to read “died by suicide.” The former is an outdated term that implies someone has committed a crime by taking his or her own life.

I’m a birderer…

I killed a giant bird today with my car. I think it was a turkey buzzard. I was driving up OH-93 toward Jackson County about 9:30 a.m. to cover a story up there, and I saw this big bird struggling to take off on the right shoulder. I swerved a little to my left and hit the brakes, but I still connected with him. HUGE thud. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw the bird fall into the middle of the road, with feathers floating everywhere. I was stunned and felt so terrible! Sorry, Bird. :( Luckily, Lauren made me laugh when I told the story back at the station and said I probably saved a small dog or cat from being eaten by the buzzard. Still…I’m a bird murderer. A birderer.

Time warp

Today, while out on a story about a teenager killed in a car wreck, I ended up talking for a half hour to a 92-year-old man named Cleve who was in World War II. We sat on his porch swing and just talked. He was so sweet. I kept thinking about how odd it must be to have been born when he was (1921!) and have lived through the Great Depression and all these wars…and then to hear him on the phone with his 65-year-old daughter talking about text messages. Total time warp.

Looking back from the future

Just thinking as I lie here on my bedroom floor…some day, when I’m a reporter in Boston, I’ll look back at these days and smile. Remembering my apartment room in West Virginia, the size of a postage stamp. Eating beans and rice, shopping at Aldi, putting $10 of gas in my tank at a time. Livin’ the dream! But I’m doing what I want to do. :)

A guide from beyond

“The Guest House,” by Rumi

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.