This week has been tragic— @katespadeny and @anthonybourdain, two creative giants that inspired so many of us decided to bow out, and I don't know about you, but it's left me afraid.
In tears. Immensely worried. Confused and grasping at straws. Anxious. Sad yet feeling no right to be—I didn't know them. I only knew their work. And I've also been left with the sobering, deep understanding of something I always knew but maybe never fully digested: success cannot save you. Or me. Or them. Or anyone. Maybe quite the opposite. And that none of us is immune to heartbreak. There's no pile of money big enough to cure it.
I don't know why they did it though I'm obsessed with the question. Not out of some tabloid curiosity, but out of a sense of, admittedly selfish, self preservation. My mind keeps spinning: maybe if I know what took them, I can avoid it.
And maybe this caption crosses the fine line between personal and private, but I think when you're creative, driven AF, struggle with mental health (whatever that means), and see this pattern well, it scares the fuck out of you. And it should. This shit is scary. And it's not okay. And talking about it on social media is NOT a substitute for talking in real life. Find a human. Love. Grieve. Whatever is on your plate.
And if you're in that spot, that place where the walls are closing in and it's so calm and dark that you can't tell which direction the surface is anymore: call someone. Call a stranger. A friend. Your mom. Whatever. Because time gives wounds. But it heals them too. You gotta cling to the mast, the palm tree, whatever you can grab during the storm. Just survive. Because it will pass. 💛
If you’re concerned about yourself or someone else, please call the Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255. They're available 24/7, and they're free and confidential. Nothing to lose, so just call.