I’m mourning the death of Anthony Bourdain as if he were a relative, though I never met the man, only in print.
My friend Ed after we both recently reread all of his books said, it’s because his writing was so personal, it’s like rooming with him.
He was candid about everything, fearless in his honesty, alas…except when it came to his own pain. Who ever would have thought a man with such swagger felt that hopeless.
Kitchen Confidential is one of my all time favorite books I tend to give away, once again ordering another copy. But this one arrived so damaged it had to be sent back. I look at it now as an omen, a sly whisper for what evil preyed in the wings.
I’ve suffered from depression on and off my whole life, and this is what I know. When it hits like a tarp that’s been thrown over you, fight to hurl it off. Go out into the world, walk, crawl if you have to. Find the nearest dog to pet or baby carriage to peek into. Buy a meal for the needy, or a gift for someone you love.
Grace will rush in like the cavalry if you give her a chance proving,…move a muscle, change a thought, is not just a catchphrase.
When I think, two such loved and respected, had everything on paper, blessed people, Anthony and designer Kate Spade, chose to exit the way they did, it brings me to my knees.
They leave behind young daughters who will miss them and parents who will cry.
Anthony had an 80 year-old mother, Kate her dad, who must be heartbroken since it’s unnatural to bury one of your children.
We have options. We do. I choose nature, who welcomes me with open arms, but there are other ways to combat that darkness, like therapy and medication.
But the best advice I can give is to call a good friend. I’d call Chris, or Ed, who’d both jump in their cars if I said, I was that close to putting out my lights.
Believe you’re worthy.
I weep for Anthony. I weep for Kate, two sensitive souls who couldn’t see their way out of the valley.
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