The following is an angry tirade. It contains frequent strong language and use of the word “fuck-knuckle”. Readers of a nervous disposition may want to skip over and continue reading about Perseus’ love life.
This interview with Roseanne Barr in the Guardian had me roaming the office, biting chucks out of the office furniture in rage.
In particular, this bit;
She believes that society wants women "on anti-depressants so they are no longer creative or fierce". Has she taken anti-depressants? "Oh, hell yeah. There isn't anything that I haven't done. They dull your rage. People don't like angry women so they say, 'We're going to have to drug that bitch to get her to shut up. We will humiliate her and disenfranchise her, but first she has to shut up.' Oh yeah, I did those anti-depressants the last time I was famous. I needed to dull the horror of it.”
Well, I’m sorry about your life Roseanne, but you’re talking shit. Complete shit.
Depression is many things, but it isn’t about being “creative or fierce”. Depression is not about feeling rage, it’s about feeling nothing.
Depression is about feeling you’re falling, endlessly falling and you don’t know how to stop.
Depression is doing the washing-up and finding yourself weeping for no reason.
Depression is about drinking yourself into a stupor in the hope that maybe, just maybe, the terrible howling in your head will stop for a while.
Depression is about sitting out in the backyard after midnight with a bottle of red wine, holding a knife* to your wrist while the little soundtrack in your head says “doitdoitdoitdoit**”.
I’m sick of this stupid myth that anti-depressants will turn you into a zombie, a robot.
Well, it fucking doesn’t – not if you have a good doctor who listens to you. This myth means many people who can get the medical help they need – don’t.
And that’s not something I’d wish on anybody. Not even Roseanne Barr.
*You know that very, very very sharp knife you normally use for slicing up onions and garlic. That one.
**Happily my soundtrack is now “Going Underground” by The Jam. Much better, I’m sure you’ll agree.