People who know me or who are longtime readers are aware that I’m a recovering anorexic. I take a little pill every night before bed that keeps me from panicking and helps me to eat. I also went through a period for four months earlier this year where I had delusions with mirrors. I could take a picture on my phone of my image in a mirror, hold it up to the image in the mirror, and see two completely different things.
I’m crazy – and that’s perfectly fine.
I have learned to manage it such that I can lead a mostly normal life and so that I can work to succeed in spite of my condition. Sadly, many who live with mental illness are convinced by a society that places a great stigma on psychological problems that if they could only be tougher, they could be well. That mentality is a crock of shit. Widespread amongst our peers, the idea that those suffering from mental illness are somehow at fault for not overcoming their disease by force of will buries the victims under a mountain of guilt – guilt that causes them to hide their condition (as it caused me to hide mine for a very long time). This serves to make their condition worse and often drives them to death. Anorexia, my ailment, has the highest death rate of any mental illness.
The remedy for this unfortunate outlook held by many Americans is for more high-functioning crazy people like Hugh Laurie (clinical depression), Harrison Ford (clinical depression), Kirsten Dunst (clinical depression), and Catherine Zeta-Jones (bi-polar II) to come out and be public about their afflictions. People must know that mental illness strikes everybody, no matter how strong they are or how stable their life may be, and that such conditions are nothing to be ashamed of. This will empower those suffering from mental illness to get the treatment that would not only allow them to live better, but very well may save their lives entirely.
I was once an opera singer, so I hope that lends me some credibility when I say the guy has a phenomenal voice.
For me, getting up on a stage to perform is scary. I still get terribly nervous before and after I speak or sing. But telling the world your brain doesn’t work properly and expecting them to understand, that’s downright mortifying. I have no doubt it is only worse with fame. That’s why, in terms of impressiveness, Durbin’s voice lives in the shadow of his courage. To me, his legacy is that he is saving lives when those with mental illnesses have their conditions normalized by watching him succeed. Forget his voice, the man is saving lives and augmenting the quality of life for the victims of mental illness when they are given strength through his openness.