It's been a while since I posted. Again. It's becoming a habit.
My nana Elsie used to say that time got faster as you get older, as a child with school holidays stretching out before me I didn't understand what she meant, I do now. How did it get to mid August already?
At the end of June I took up a seat in the Soil Association press office for a month to help out at a busy time; with the Newcastle University research on the nutritional benefits of organic food being released. It was great to be back on a press desk - albeit temporarily and part-time. This is part of the reason why I've yet again been a bit lax posting a new blog post and also had a trip to the south of France for 8 days to re-charge after a 6-week period of working every hour possible. Unbelievably I left the laptop in the UK as I took a proper week-off.
Today's musing was prompted by the sad death of Robin Williams. His death, apparently after a battle with addiction and depression, should be no more or less tragic than anyone who is affected by depression. Merely that he touched and inspired more people and with that I hope that more people will begin to talk about depression as a result.
According to Mental Health UK one in four people will suffer from a period of mental health problem in any one year. 25% of people... and 10% of children have issues with mental health. Pardon the pun but that is insane!
Take a moment, you might look a bit silly, but have a look at this image upside down. Does it look a little different now?
The title of this post is a Robin Williams quote, I do believe words and ideas can change the world. Words = talking and we all need to talk a bit more about depression. I am not idealistic, it won't change the world and there are many souls we can't save, but depression is still stigmatised. People still roll their eyes or mouth that someone has 'got the blues'.
No you can't see depression but it is a silent killer all the same. We all need to talk about mental illness like depression and anxiety a little bit more.
And so, it seems fitting to end this post with a promise from me to muse more, talk about depression more and share my favourite Robin Williams quote from Good Will Hunting.
So if I asked you about art you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written...Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that.....If I asked you about women you'd probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, and you'd probably--uh--throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watched him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love y'probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone could level you with her eyes. Feeling like! God put an angel on earth just for you...who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it’s like to be her angel and to have that love for her to be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. You wouldn't know about sleeping sittin’ up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hours don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you; I don't see an intelligent, confident man; I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan right? Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard ! your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.