I did not know Irene, as many of you did, nor had I read her blog, through some kind of terrible oversight. I’ve read posts about her in quiet grief.
I am no stranger to effed-up brain chemistry. I can’t imagine that anyone is, in this world. Depression is a disease, and it is ruthless.
If you are in this place, please, please reach out, ok? Doing so is not weakness. It’s bravery. You are an extraordinary person, and the world needs you. Don’t let your depression tell you otherwise. Depression is a fucking liar.
There are people who are trained to help you, and who want very much to help you, if you feel you are unable to reach out to your regular support group, or if you feel like you don’t have one.
Here’s just one resource: the National Suicide Prevention Hotline. Call them at 1-800-273-TALK (8255). Please, please, please.