Readers of this blog or watchers of my DVD will know that I broke my leg last year. A terribleÂ injury which made 2012Â pretty difficult with some reperussions still lingering as this wretched recession continues to envelope us all. A chance then to feel sorry for myself?
The morning of my injury, 12th July, I was driven to hospital by a lovely mum friend of ours and her husband who I didn’t know at all, although I did know that he had beenÂ unwell. I recall that he wasÂ kind and caring in how he drove and negotiated speed humps – and then at hosptial, as they pumped me with morephine, he continued to fuss and offer his help to me in any way.Â There was nothing he could do of course but I was grateful to him and sent him a bottle of something a few weeks later.
That man took his own life last weekÂ – his depression finally overcoming him – leaving behind his wife and two children. How incredibly sad.
DepressionÂ is a terrible andÂ very tangible illness and undermined byÂ ‘celebrity’ sufferers who call on its symptons to either garner more love or explain away their indiscretions.
I regret now not seeing him since my accident. Not that I could have prevented such a terrible outcome, but I could have tried to understand the dark place where he existed.Â
Too late now of course as his light is extinguished.
May he rest in peace and his surviving family somehow findÂ solace in their continuing journey ahead.