I was stunned by the news today of Bourdain’s passing. They’re saying it was suicide. If nothing else, we should note that money, fame, and success don’t automatically mean you’re ok. I’m sure one of those things makes life easier but the other two come with their own weights and costs.
I would like to note here that you are loved, even if you don’t know it, don’t see it, can’t believe it. You are loved. If you are feeling like you’re in a dark place, like ends feel easier, please contact someone. Suicide hotline: 1-800-273-talk please call them.
I’ve been in dark places before where my depression and my anxiety and whatever host of other voices join in there have tried to talk me out of my skin. Those illnesses have crafty voices but they are the worst kind of liars. It’s easy to feel alone, like everything would be easier, like no one would care. These are the lies your mind tells you, the lies that illness tells you.
My family and I watched Parts Unknown, No Reservations, and the Layover. He went to interesting places, met interesting people, and ate amazing and interesting food. And he got paid to do it. To me, that sounds like a dream. He brought interesting facts and introduced cultures to so many who would never have had anything like the opportunity. He helped make the world a little more connected, a little smaller. And he did everything with attitude and snark and a knack for language. It’s a very sad day today.
I reiterate: please, if you ever feel like death is the only way out or any way out, please call someone. Please get help. Be as kind to yourself as you would be to your best friend or your mother or your child or some stranger you just met this morning.