Everyone who has Depression experiences it in a different way, but I think it’s safe to say that all of us have days when it sits more heavily on us than others. I realized yesterday morning that I’ve been struggling under more depression and anxiety than usual for the last week or so without even being aware of it. Without realizing it, I’d gotten withdrawn and anxious, and because I didn’t really feel irritable, I wasn’t aware of how irritable I was.
I’ve described the metaphysical weight of depression as being similar to that lead apron the dentist puts on you when you get x-rays of your teeth, only it’s draped over your head and shoulders, and sometimes it even covers your face so you can’t see clearly. Without even knowing it’s happening, all you can see is whatever the depression wants to show you, and depression is a lying jerk.
So yesterday, with the kind and loving help of my wife, I realized how heavy my depression has been weighing on me lately. I don’t know exactly how or why it works, but yesterday, like all the other times I’ve realized that depression was doing its best to smother me, becoming aware of it made the weight of it just a little bit better. I still had a pretty rough day, but I also knew that I’d get better. It was like remembering where the light switch was, so I could turn a light on in a dark room, and see the way out of it.
A big part of realizing that I felt so much anxiety and its accompanying depression was figuring out why I felt that way, and I don’t think I could have done it without Anne’s support and patience.
We were sitting on the couch in the living room. The back doors were open, and birds chirped and sang in the back yard. I told her basically what I wrote above, and she said, “You were really angry about the paparazzi when you were in New York, and if your show is successful, that’s probably going to happen again and again.”
“That sounds awful,” I said.
“Yeah, but you can deal with it in a more constructive way that doesn’t make you so angry,” she said.
“I just hate that feeling of being trapped in a hotel, or not in control of my own …” I trailed off, because I had realized exactly why I got so angry, and why I’d been feeling so anxious and depressed for the last few weeks.
“I just realized that the feeling of being trapped, of not being in control of my own life, of feeling like I can’t just do my own thing is a massive emotional trigger for me, because it reminds me of how I felt so often when I was a kid.
“I hated all the press and attention and demands to be some kind of teen superstar, when all I wanted to do was be an actor.”
I described this picture to her, which I think was taken when I was 15. “I look at that, and I feel so sad for that kid. He’s scared, he’s uncomfortable, and he’s doing his best to just get through that moment so he can go back to whatever he was trying to do before a photographer shoved a camera in his face.
“I think I get so angry now because I’m not just upset that my current life was disrupted by these shitbags, but I’m also retroactively angry at how much they disrupted my life when I was a kid.” I looked at the floor for a long time. Our dog, Riley, walked over to me and shoved her face into my hands. I pet her and continued. “And then I get angry at the people who should have been looking out for me, who should have cared about how I was feeling and protected me, but who just told me to suck it up and deal with it because I had to.”
“That makes sense,” she said. “You’ve talked a lot about how you always felt like nobody listened to you when you were a kid, and how you felt like your feelings weren’t as important to the people around you as what they could get out of you.”
“Exactly. I’ve been working basically for myself for the last ten years, with occasional breaks to go work on shows where I feel like I’m working with people, and for the last month or so, I’ve felt like I’m working for people.”
I stopped scratching Riley’s chin, and she put her paw in my lap.
“Well … you kind of are.”
I looked at her.
“…and that’s okay,” she said. “I know you’re feeling overwhelmed, but this is a good thing, isn’t it?”
I lifted Riley’s paw off of me, and pointed to the floor. She lay down at my feet and sighed.
“…it is. I love the people I work with, and the network goons have all been really supportive and awesome. I guess I just … I don’t know how to feel. It’s really great, and it’s really scary, and there’s a lot at stake, and it’s fun, and I’m …”
I took a deep breath and frowned. “I’m afraid to enjoy it, because it probably won’t last.”
It felt good to say it out loud. It felt freeing. I’m supposed to pretend that we’re going to be some kind of massive success and we’re all gonna get laid, but I have done this long enough to know that nothing is certain, nothing is guaranteed, and Firefly was canceled because the network was stupid.
“And on the one hand, if it doesn’t last, all this press and attention that I don’t like goes away. But if it does last–”
“If it does last, you can let the work speak for itself like you want to, and you don’t have to do press, or go places you don’t want to go. But promoting it now is super important because you have to let people know your show exists so they can watch it.”
Riley rolled over on her back. Marlowe walked into the room and stretched out on the floor next to her.
“I know, and I feel like a jerk for having conflicting feelings about it. I guess I haven’t completely dealt with some unresolved childhood issues, and they’re getting stirred up in my stupid brain.”
My cat, Watson, jumped up into my lap and began to purr. He rubbed his face against my hand, then against my chin, and then began to groom my beard.
“I’m really grateful for everything we have, and I don’t mean to imply otherwise,” I said, around Watson’s catfood breath. “I just remember how I felt so unhappy so often when I was a kid, and I don’t want to feel that way again.”
“I know.”
I lifted Watson off of my chest and put him on the couch next to me. He rolled on his back and pushed his head into my thigh. I scratched his chin and his belly.
“I also know that I’ve been letting Depression make me feel like shit for the last month or so, and I know that Depression lies, so I’m probably just fixated on all the worst case stuff, and not paying enough attention to the awesome stuff.”
And the second those words came out of my mouth, it was like someone cast Dispel Depression. I felt the weight of it lift off of me. I saw the light switch in the room, and though I knew it would take a little bit of time before I could walk out, I at least saw the doorway.
I’m going to talk with a therapist about the unresolved emotional issues from when I was a kid, and I’m going to work even harder so that Depression can’t trick me into thinking all this incredibly awesome stuff that I get to do is something I can’t enjoy. It’s going to be a challenge — it always is — but I can do it, because I’ve done it before.
And you know what? It is going to be fun to make The Wil Wheaton Project. I know it will be fun, because it has already been fun, and I think I need to consider the two likely scenarios: if we only do 12, I get to go back to my normal life at the end of the summer after working with some really great people and doing something we’re proud of. If we end up doing more than that, I can let the work speak for itself, and I’ll learn to adjust to a new normal in my life, because the really valuable and important bits of my life — my wife, my kids, our home, burritos and beer — are going to be here no matter what I do for my job, and nobody can take them away from me, not even Depression.
“I feel a lot better,” I said. “Thanks for listening to me.”
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too.”
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This was really amazing. I could almost feel it myself when Dispel Depression was cast. Thank you for sharing this.
Why you no wrap up super-pets subplot? (j/k)
I, like many others, appreciate your candor. The “brave face” bullsh*t makes everything worse.
So often we are unable to enjoy what we have for fear of losing it and, in turn, that fear makes it harder to hold on to those very same things. Keep fighting against fear and depression, Wil; it’s a lifelong battle, but one that will make the things you love all the dearer to you when it is over.
Wil thank you for talking about this. The entertainment you provide with your craft is great and the awareness you bring to this subject is incredibly valuable.
Don’t ever change.
As always..thanks for sharing so very much of yourself.
I like the way you were pointing out that the animals in your house knew something was wrong and were doing their best to help. (At least, that’s what I saw.)
I hope you feel better soon.
Ahh Anxiety, how I want to kick it’s ass on occasion as well. The great part is, YOU are figuring out the issues and learning to conquer them day by day. Public honesty takes a very strong individual!
*sniffle* Thanks for being so candid. It helps the rest of us who deal with these kinds of emotions.
This post could not have come at a better time. My husband is in the middle of a deep as shit depression that I’m not sure he can find a way out of. Depression IS a lying arsehole, and it’s making him do and say the worst things you can imagine. This has stiffened my resolve to look past the horrible things his shitty lying depression is making him do until he can find the light switch. Thank you. So much.
Thanks Wil. It’s funny how I feel understood and validated by a total stranger who is writing a blog, speaking into the void to a bunch of strangers. Thanks for expressing what is so hard to explain to people on the other side of that invisible lead apron of depression.
Thank you.
Wil, you are my favorite celebrity, and one of my favorite people, for so many reasons, but this particular post really reaffirmed the reasons. I struggle with depression, and I felt I had very little control of my life when I was a kid, though in a very different situation from yours. The way you can write so clearly and honestly about how you deal with your depression has really been helpful to me since I discovered this blog a couple of years ago. This is my first post, and I was honestly afraid of posting prior, but your story moved me to make my first comment. Thank you for everything you do for geek culture, humane animal societies, and people like me. You are truly a great person, and I cannot wait to see the premier of the Wil Wheaton Project, the next season of Tabletop, and whatever you do next.
It was also not lost on me how your pets were there with you as well, telling you without words how much they loved and supported you! That part of your story here was not lost on me.
I wish I could throw some huge “Advice D100” die and give you some brilliant and insightful wisdom, but I’m not you. I don’t know what makes Wil Wheaton tick. I know what Wil Wheaton has done. And I know how many lives Wil Wheaton has touched by being honest and awesome. And maybe sometimes Wil Wheaton has stumbled along the way, and feels like Wil Wheaton wasn’t less than awesome, but that’s what makes him who is in — At the end of the day – if i could be 1/10th the man that Wil Wheaton has demonstrated he can be – I’m a better person in this world.
Depression SUCKS! But the people who have it; DON’T!
That’s all I have. Maybe it helps?
And maybe sometimes Wil Wheaton has stumbled along the way, and feels like Wil Wheaton was less than awesome, (Frackin’ typos)
Wil, I have been reading your blog and watching TableTop and just generally enjoying your work for some time now. You strike me as a genuinely nice person (“real” person) who gets to act and write and that has brought you some notoriety. I have also enjoyed getting to know Anne through your blog and hers; she is also someone whose work I enjoy and appreciate. Your honesty has helped me to identify the struggles that I face with anxiety and depression and empowered me to seek help for said struggles…so thank you. Someday I hope to meet you (although you do not come to the Philadelphia Comic Con – hint hint) and thank you in person. But until that time…thank you, sir. You are a true gentleman.
Wil, I love your writing style. Your authentic voice is heard here in my world, and I am so grateful that you & The Bloggess are here to remind us of the truth. (I just quoted “Wheaton’s Law” to my depression, and then I laughed). You are an epic human being, and I wish you happy hunting in excavating & “processing” the hurts of the past. It will not be fun, but it will be worth the quest. Take it easy on yourself as you go along. You are well loved. (And those pets of yours – what a fantastic supporting cast!)
Wil,
While I hope your show is a success, I have one piece of advice.
Find a nice place you can sit for a few hours (or one you can come back to ) and read David Mack’s Kabuki: The Alchemy.
I might help get a little perspective. Also, you don’t want to get the “it won’t last” stress jammed up in your writing gears or it truly won’t last. And you don’t want that.
-RT
Thank you, Wil. That lead apron over me– yep, lately just awful. And not getting to enjoy anything in front of me, and my plans for a huge change in my life, that I could actually go do it, and not believing I am able or that I get to. Oh, so much. Thanks for sharing, it really helps. And wasn’t it nice of Riley and Watson to come and let you pet them. Pets are so thoughtful.
I’m encouraged to keep on plugging along.
Awesome. I started an online support group for black women with depression in 2003. One of the things we regularly say to each other is: “Depression lies.” It’s just so hard to remember that when you’re in it. That you have a partner to talk to and support you through your depression is an amazing gift. Thanks for sharing this!
“I’m afraid to enjoy it, because it probably won’t last.” Ugh! Right in the feels. I’ve never not once heard Depression and Anxiety summed up quite so succinctly. Thank you.
(Also, for the first time maybe ever in the history of the internet that is not “the bloggess” blog, “don’t read the comments” doesn’t apply. That says sooooo much about you that you attract that. )
You are smart, business savvy, and self-aware. I’m glad you’ve got those things, because sometimes they help. But most of all, I’m glad you’ve got Anne.
A) The worst depression and anxiety is the kind that sneaks up on you, like the proverbial frog in slowly heating water. I hate that shit.
2) Unresolved issues from childhood? Feeling like people weren’t listening to you, helping you when and where you needed help, understanding what you were trying to communicate? Fuck, I feel that! SO STRONGLY!
Γ) You may recall that when you were on stage at Planet Comicon in KC in March, someone asked you if Anne would ever join you on stage, and you said, “No, Anne doesn’t see herself as a celebrity.” And it suddenly hit me that I don’t see YOU as a celebrity. You’re just this fellow geek who gets really, REALLY enthusiastic about things, makes things, shares things with people, and happens to also act in some well-known movies and TV shows. You’re just another nerd online who happens to have magnitudes more followers on Twitter than I do, but you’re not this weird celestial being who only exists in a magical spotlight. And your hatred of press junkets and TV interviews and paparazzi pretty much confirms that you really aren’t, in your heart, a celebrity. You just want to be excited and share things with people. Which is awesome.
SPOON) Hang in there, man. You already know that this, too, will pass. And we’ll all be here with you every step of the way.
I have always loved how our pets know when we need cheering up. Anyone who says they’re “just a pet” or “a dumb animal” is an idiot. They help us without judging us. Sometimes just having them to pet or talk to is a relief.
Your are so not the Jar Jar Binks of Star Trek!
I love the stories of your real life struggles and the thoughtfulness of your wife, your children and yourself.
When I was a kid, about 15 or so myself I was working at a Scifi Convention in Schenectady, Upstate New York. You were at that convention with Michael Dorn and some blonde female as guest speakers.
I had wanted to see your panel. However, my step dad left me working in the vendors room. It left me with little time and I did not get to see any of the convention..
Then their was one point where you walked through the vendors room, surrounded by security (Fans themselves). I recall watching you as you went from booth to booth, clutching some device to your chest. Perhaps a video camera, I can’t recall.
I do recall however, your face. How sad you looked. You did not smile, and that device seemed like a shield as if you were protecting yourself. After reading this, I can look back to that day and see exactly what you described in this blog. I am sorry I did nothing to help. I didn’t know. I had always thought it must have been great to be you.
Something else also happened that day. You paused at my booth, a computer rested in the back. You asked me what kind it was and I replied that I had no clue. I only knew how to use the inventory program. You smiled at me as if that seemed a little funny to you. i can’t really say what you were thinking. Though I know the moment had brightened my day. In a way, i know how you felt. Used by my parent to work the vendors room while they got to enjoy the con. it may not be to the same extreme.
Thank you for that, for taking a moment to make a sad girl smile even when yourself felt sad, scared, and probably alone.
As I said in my quick note….You are made of awesome. +20 Life.
I just want to know if it’s OK to rescue you and / or Ann if I were to see you swarmed by photogs / autograph sellers. Something along the lines of walking up, saying, very loudly, “Bob and Wanda, I’ve been looking everywhere for you”, grabbing your arms and pulling you away.
I live with a spouse who has bouts of depression and although you clearly don’t need this I’ll tell you what I tell her. What would Dave think? She doubts herself, but knows I believe in her. So she asks herself “what would Dave think?” and it melts some of that anxiety away. I don’t claim to understand her depression, but I recognise it when it appears and can only try to alleviate some of the pressure.
And what do I think? You’re fucking awesome!
Thank you, Will for stating exactly what Depression feels like. Having fought Depression since adolescence, I was finally diagnosed as “clinically depressed” almost ten years ago. Even with a diagnosis, knowing logically what’s happening and why, I’ve lived with these feelings for most of my life, so it’s difficult not to get sucked down into it.
Have you had anyone tell you to “just stop being Depressed!” or to “just be happy”? ”
Just stop”….”Just be”….if only it were that simple.
Tired of trying to explain that it’s “just” not that simple, I’ve learned to equate it with a feeling of drowning, but of having no idea that you can’t breathe. Most people can imagine the feeling of being underwater a moment longer than is comfortable, so it’s often an apt enough analogy for a general understanding.
For humans, drowning or being under water = not being able to breathe and surviving off the oxygen which exists in our lungs and in our blood stream. Not only being unable to breathe, but also being unable see clearly, or to move quickly or with dexterity – these are impossible feats when one is under water. This is Depression.
When I realize I’m standing at the bottom of I look up and see bubbles rising and sunlight dappling the water’s surface, it sparks feelings of buoyancy and lightness. This is how I feel when the lead weight of the x-ray shield is lifted and I see the the light switch.
Breaking the water’s surface and gasping for breath, with the sudden realization that I had been unable to breathe, see or move – that’s the moment when I know I’m free…at least for a time.
One day kill the beast and win the battle….at least that’s my plan.
“Have you had anyone tell you to “just stop being Depressed!” or to “just be happy”? ”
Just stop”….”Just be”….if only it were that simple.”
Oh, wow. If I had a dollar for every time someone ever said that to me.
Wow. Thank you again for sharing your journey. You continue to amaze me with your candor and openness.
I hope that you know how incredibly important posts like this are to others. My husband and I both suffer from depression but you an Him suffer similarly and its so helpful because its very hard for him to articulate his feelings sometimes but him and I have read your posts about depression as well as a post by Anne and he was able to tell me that he feels almost identical to how you feel. The more your write the more he feels like there are others out there with what he now calls “angry depression” and it makes the both of us feel better about our situation . Thank you so much for sharing your experience and helping us more than we can ever thank you for :))
I’m a high school English teacher with a history (myself and my family) of depression and anxiety. I don’t think it matters what career you have chosen (or what career has chosen you). I love my job, I love my students. But without the support of my husband and friends, who knows what could have happened. Reading this really hit home. I’m pulling for you, Wil!
Thank you for your candor. Nothing’s better than talking it out with a soul mate. I’m recovering from knee replacement surgery, so my bouts of depression can take a back seat to the business of healing. The more we can all share, the more we can get this monster on the run.
You’re analogies about depression are fantastic. As someone struggling with bipolar disorder and a long-term depressive episode, I know how hard it can be to realize that we are depressed. My usual analogy is that I’m standing at the edge of an abyss, I have no traction, and nothing to hold onto to keep me from going over the edge.
I didn’t realize until last month, after we made a huge decision to leave our 2 bedroom townhome and move into a bedroom-less apartment, that I had been trapped in a dark, deep hole for several years. We completely change our lives with the move, and I’m finally starting to see things on the bright side again, and it feels fantastic after being in the dark for so long.
Thank you for speaking out about this, and I’m glad that you have seen the light. I can’t wait for the new show!
Can I just share something, maybe someone else will appreciate this… I had that kind of feeling, the heavy weighed down feeling that comes with depression. I thought, ok I’m dealing with an episode here what can I do? So I did all the things I usually do, couldn’t shake it. I had to go in for an annual physical with all the required tests, etc during this time period. So I’ve been dealing with this for a couple of weeks, nothing is working and I get a phone call that one of my tests came back and I had an infection! I picked up the antibio and 24 hours later my mood had lifted. I was just so used to dealing with depression and anxiety that it never even occurred to me that I might be sick! I just think it’s funny.
Until you’ve seen this trashcan dream come true. try not to let the Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters overwhelm you.
May we all be so lucky to have an Anne Wheaton in our lives. There sure are days when I could use that kind of understanding and sympathy.
Thank you for sharing that. I have felt conflicted in regards to child celebrities, especially since learning how difficult things were for you. It’s a kind of pressure I wouldn’t want now, as an adult–I definitely couldn’t have handled it with the poise you did as a youth.
Thank you for your candor and your willingness to seek help and talk about the dreaded “D-word” – it’s so stigmatized as a weakness that many sufferers refuse to get help. Depression doesn’t only lie to those who have it — it seems to have a knack for lying to everyone else as well. :/
I love your honesty so much, Will. How refreshing to see someone in your business showing the real side of themselves.
Wishing you all the best…
The worst advice anyone ever gave me was “fake it ’til you make it” implying that if I wasn’t happy with what I was doing, if I just *pretended* to be happy, eventually I would be happy.
All it did was make me depressed, anxious, and supremely frustrated with my personal life and my work life.
Also – it felt dishonest. And, in all things, honesty is important to me for reasons that don’t belong here.
So – while I’m so sorry you suffer from Depression, I am so happy that you share so honestly and candidly. It gives me the strength and courage to begin to confront the aspects of my life that are less than what I want them to be and work on ways to make them better.
Thank you Wil, for articulating something I’ve been feeling myself for a while now. I too suffer with depression and occasionally it rears up and fills me with fear and anxiety and all around ennui. With family, friends, and medication I manage to keep it at bay and enjoy myself for the most part.
However, the last couple of years have been a little tougher. For most of my life I lived in the city where I grew up and was surrounded by friends and family. That ended when I lost the job I’d had for nearly 17 years and had to decide if I wanted to keep at it or find something new.
I went for something new and it was both exhilarating and frightening. I’d been a retail computer tech for all those years but there was less and less of a future in it what with nearly disposable computers or the need for a degree I didn’t have; I was one of those self-taught geeks. Some twenty years ago I toyed with the idea of becoming a medical lab technologist. I’ve always had a love for the sciences and the allure of working in a laboratory was enticing. I didn’t follow through on it though because of the costs involved and so I ended up working at a Radio Shack to earn enough and 17 years later…
I revisited that career idea and decided this time to go for it even if it required student loans and I haven’t regretted that decision. But it hasn’t been easy. That demon depression would occasionally pop up and tell me I’m crazy to go back to school in my forties, no one would hire a student tech my age, I’d never get a job in my home town and I’d have to leave my friends and family behind and so on and so forth. It’s been nearly four years since I started that quest and the only negative thing that came true was having to move to a new city and now I’m having to move again, further from my family and now away from the new friends I made here.
And once again, that voice is taunting me, “You won’t get everything moved in time, you won’t like the new town, no one at the new lab will like you, etc. ad nauseum.” There may be grains of truth in those fears but I know most of them are just the tauntings of unbalanced brain chemistry. My family is never further away than a phone call and now I feel I have a different kind of family.
Reading your story of your struggles with depression and seeing your successes both online and when you show up to make us laugh on BBT gives me hope and reassures me that I’m not alone and I don’t have to suffer in silence and isolation.
Thanks for all the inspiration you’ve given me; that a geeky kid can succeed and be happy and that depression doesn’t make you less of a person.
Thank you for sharing this. You put something into words that I hadn’t been able to conceptualize.
Burritos and beer. But maybe without the cheese and the wrap or sourcream
Perhaps more than anything else I have encountered in life, but whenever someone talks about their depression, I get exactly what they mean. It’s a kind of connection I wish I didn’t have with people. I’d rather be able to connect with them differently, like Star Wars or Ren and Stimpy, than a life-crushing sense of pain or a sense of helplessness. Even before I was diagnosed I would have episodes of just the bleakest emotional states that would confuse and upset my friends, but I barely recognized it and if I did, I would usually become irritated and angry that they couldn’t recognize what I thought was a universal truth, that for whatever reason, I was unhappy and hurting.
Now, however, I see a lot of signs of an episode coming early, my wife and I call them ‘mood crashes’ and they are literally that- and I have to remind myself that it is a temporary state that will only last a short time. See, whereas your bouts sound like they can last days, even weeks, I was diagnosed with rapid cycling bi-polar manic depression and as a result, the changes happen quickly and often. I have very few actual ‘highs’ in my life, that is, I am rarely happy or content for very long. My baseline seems to be ‘neutral low’- mildly depressed most of the time with occasional bouts of extreme lows- that’s the bi-polar part.
I can live with that. My wife understands, as much as she can, what I go through and has been and IS a source of stability that I cling to. I generally don’t need a trigger to become depressed or, if there is a trigger, I occasionally don’t recognize or am unaware of it. I usually say that I don’t need a reason to feel depressed and that’s usually true. And being able to point towards something as the cause isn’t always helpful, because my depression seems to disable most of my ability to work past it. Because with one of my episodes seems to cut off any sort of ability to see a way around it by an accompanying feeling of pointlessness to it, as in, why bother? And so working through it becomes more difficult, because I don’t always recognize an avenue of escape or, if I do, I can’t be bothered to take it.
Writing this has been someone cathartic in a way. I think I realized a truth about my own depression that I had never realized before and because I named it, I’m claiming it.
I’m glad Anne and the pets were there to help you over the hill. And it’s always a hill and don’t always have to climb it alone. Be strong.
-Mark
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much for sharing such a deeply personal moment. I noticed how angry some of your posts seemed last week, specifically the ones about the paparazzi. I wanted to respond and tell you to chill, and that this is positive attention, but then I thought to myself that maybe it stems from a bad past experience. Now I know the source of your frustration and resentment. I couldn’t begin to imagine what it would have been like to feel trapped as you say back then, especially as a teenager when emotions are so raw. But that was then. YOU are in control now. I wish your show much success and hope you will continue to see the positives in this experience and that you are able to enjoy the now. Bask in your own awesomeness! By the way, Anne and your fur babies are awesome too. But you already knew that. 🙂
I really enjoy your work, both written and onscreen. I don’t know you personally, of course, but I think I’d like you if I did. Your description of depression is both vivid and apt, and I’m so happy that you have someone who understands and loves you to help you through it. Thank you for the kind and honest words you share with all of us.
Thank you for this post, and I’m glad you’re seeing the open door.
Thanks for the advocacy, Wil.
Depression is tough in so many ways and it’s especially hard on those who suffer from it and the people who care about them the most.
Thanks for communicating that to people.
And now I am sitting here crying. Yes, Depression lies. And sometimes it lies so convincingly. Thanks for sharing. I can almost see that light switch.
Worst that could happen is that you get 12 diamonds on your resumé, dude.