Onward Through the Fog
Hey guys, some of you have reached out and offered support in the form of advice, encouragement and prayers. That’s pretty telling right there, so I just want to assure everybody that’s vested in what’s going on here that I’m going to be fine. I anticipated this coming and took appropriate measures several weeks ago to soften the edge. Suffice it to say I’m gently medicated and slightly touched.
Still, the venom comes out, and as recently as today someone very close to me insisted that I “drop her and block her”, which is a funny way of saying she doesn’t care for the actor but she can’t stop watching the train wreck since she could have obviously just dropped me herself.
Even to this, there is a bright side, and it is you. I’m really impressed at the number of people that have come out of the woods over the last few months and admitted to me in private that they struggle with bipolar, schizophrenia, and other mood disorders. Seriously nasty stuff, ma’am, no fun, and Rango’s not a fan. But at least he’s not alone. In fact we could pretty much form an orchestra, you know what I’m saying?
Some of you are horrified by my candor, others find it inspiring. The jury’s still out on whether or not I should have ever opened my mouth about this. The unfortunate fact of the matter is that even today disclosure has severe negative professional and social consequences, and you can never put the crazy back in the bag. But keeping my mouth shut is not my strong suit, it requires an iron muzzle or a cease & desist order on fancy letterhead (both are good). I’ll settle for “horrifyingly inspiring” and call it even.
Onward through the fog.
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