I’m really open with my mental health issues, including my struggles with suicidal ideation. This is one of the times when I speak about it seriously (humor is a very handy defense mechanism of mine).
There’s a disgusting trend that follows every celebrity death.
As soon as the news hits, people pop out of the woodwork to shit on everyone who’s sad. “You didn’t know them. You have no right to care about their death. You’re being stupid.” Yeah, well, I haven’t met everyone who’s died of cancer, and I can still conceptualize that it fucking sucks. It’s called empathy, assclowns.
But, when a celebrity dies by taking their own life, I have an extremely solid reason for feeling like I’ve been gutted with a jagged, rusty ice cream scooper.
