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One of my dear sisters, the one closest in age to me, took her own life 41 years ago at the age of 19. One learns to live with the loss, but the fires of grief never die and can be easily stoked by current news.

I suffered for many years, both before and especially after her death, from deep chronic depression. Many times I flirted with the notion of suicide, even went so far as to make a couple of half-hearted attempts when very young. One day I’ll write about Debbie and those days, even if no one reads it. Her memory deserves the chronical.

Mental illness has no respect for age or financial position. It cares nothing about fame or obscurity. We are reminded of our own less public pain when confronted with the suffering of the rich and famous. But just because our pain doesn’t make the daily news, it doesn’t make it “less than”.

I am crying. Not because I was Anthony’s biggest fan. I recognized his talent, certainly, and his undenyable star power, but I’ve never been a foodie and his show was on too late for me.

I’m crying for all the anguished souls, all those who suffer and who we are reminded of by his passing.

Rest in Peace, Anthony. May you finally know a rest.

If any of my friends are suffering, please know there is help to be found. Please do not suffer in silence. Please do not punish your loved ones with your irreversible loss.

Reach out today:
https://suicideprevention.ca/need-help/