Kirk Klocke is a medical journalist and also an addict. He has a blog where he writes candidly about his depression (“where I am in life — $100,000 in debt, no money, no place to stay, no significant other, and well-earned family mistrust”). He’s currently in a state-funded treatment center and is blogging about it via the mail and the help of a friend (Scientific American’s addiction writer Cassie Rodenberg). It’s bleak: “We arrived at Keystone Treatment Center, which looks like the kind of nursing home you end up in if you don’t save anything for retirement and no one in your life cares about you.”
Jessica Grose talked to comedian Maria Bamford about her comedy special, which you can buy online for $4.99 (isn’t it so cool that just over a year ago Louis C.K. tried this an experiment, and now it’s become almost the norm for comedians?) In the special she tells jokes about her mental illness to an audience of two: her parents.
I keep thinking about this line from the intervew: “I wish I were more prolific. It feels so good to make something and I don’t know why I would avoid it like I avoid any sort of exercise (which also has the same effect).” It does feel good to make something. It feels good to exercise. It feels good to get up early. I don’t know why a person would avoid those things either. (Except I do.)
Anthony Halperin killed himself two years ago. His brother Alex wrote about it for Salon. It’s a good thing to read. (“’How could this kid be depressed when everything was working out?’” Anna asked. Anthony must have wondered the same thing.”) Please don’t hurt yourself.