Sometimes depression wears a pretty face.
While googling the other day, I came across a list of famous people who suffer, or have suffered, from major depression.
I know. You’re asking yourself…Why is blogdramedy googling depression? Is she depressed? Are we not enough for her? Does she need an intervention? More vodka? Less?
Yes, I get down occasionally but it’s usually due to overwhelming acts of stupidity carried out by government bureaucrats and politicians. Whatever happened to civil servant exams? It seems they’ll let just anyone in these days. If you can’t speak, can’t spell, and lie like Rupert Murdoch, odds are you can get a job spending tax payers money.
But what I’m referring to here is celebrity depression. Surely that’s an oxymoron?
If you’re a celebrity, what’s to be depressed about? The two ounces you gained when you mistakenly ordered a regular latte and actually drank it?
I guess I should qualify my comments. To me, the term celebrity has negative connotations. To be a celebrity is to be a seeker of attention. The more bizarre the behaviour, the greater the attention.
Let me run a few names by you and see if you agree with my expert analysis. I think the following could all be classified as depressives. Just not for the reasons you would think.
Woody Allen – Have you seen any of his movies? Funny, yes. Uplifting? Only if you think angst is an aphrodisiac.
Alec Baldwin – three words. Hacked phone message. The man’s the human equivalent of a ballistic missile.
Anne Hathaway – picking the wrong guy is depressing. Doing it over and over is a sign of insanity.
Janet Jackson – that whole nipple exposure episode was just a cry for help. Thankfully, Dr. Justin was there to save the day.
Ashley Judd – the youngest and prettiest of the Judd women. Too bad she can’t carry a tune. Or so she’s always been told. Family…always your toughest critic.
Abraham Lincoln – a moderate Republican and one of the greatest presidents in U.S. history. Like we’ll ever see that combination with the current crop of GOP contestants. He wasn’t depressed. He was delusional…thinking the fight against slavery would ever be over.
Ewan McGregor – He’s a bit of an enigma. Must be that Scottish reserve. Of everyone listed here, he’s the one I found most difficult to accept as suffering from depression. But then, what was his last hit film…
Friedrich Nietzsche – take a look at some of his writings. Need I say more?
Michelangelo – four years working on painting the Sistine Chapel. He spent more time on his back than Kim Kardashian. If that wasn’t enough, he was basically giving visual form to church doctrine. That’s not only depressing…it’s soul destroying.
Marie Osmond – you don’t need me to write something here, do you? Just think Donny and go from there.
I found over 300 names of recognizable figures from history who all showed signs of clinical depression. Depending on what criteria you use, I suspect everyone you know could be affected by a depressive disorder. Including you…and me.
If that’s the case then maybe we shouldn’t call it a disorder. Maybe we should think of this as the norm. After all, you can’t be happy all the time. That’s delusional. You can take medication for depression. For delusion? The answer is white and comes in a snug fit.