Tuesday, 30 June 2015


A very talented young woman is no longer with us.

She took her own life last Friday, as a result of her recent relapse into a major depression.

When I read the post her sister wrote on her death, I was shocked beyond belief.

Her weblog is such a happy, inspiring, colourful place. She shared so much of her creativity with so many people, and brought joy to so many lives.

It is so very, very sad that all of this could not save her life in the end.

Perhaps it hit me so hard, because I survived depression. And many relapses.

For me, each depressive episode was a Journey through Hell.

And, believe me, if you have made that journey once, and survived it, you do not want to go back and do it again.

To me, it's the relapses that kill. Falling back in the pit and knowing that it is all going to happen again, and again, and probably again, is what makes it so unbearable. You just cannot do it anymore.

It takes a lot of courage, and a lot of despair, to make the decision to end your life, and to follow through on your decision.

I am safe now, because I was put on medication that helped. Otherwise I would no longer be here.

This post is for Wink, and for all the people who suffer or have suffered from it. For those who survive, and for those who - sadly, but so understandably - did not.



  1. I am so sorry. Depression is a horrible, serious illness. What is worse is that it seems to prey on the minds of creative people. I've suffered from it myself as well. I read some of your friend's blog and she seemed like a lovely person. My heart goes out to you and you're in my thoughts.

  2. I can only echo what Megan wrote... all words are inadequate... but I want you to know I stopped by, and I'm sending love and hugs to you, dear friend xxx