Last night I fell. I fell far, and I fell hard. Depression and the various things it brings with it is an awful thing to carry, as it never comes alone. It comes with shame and fear, and it can manifest itself both spiritually and physically. I will carry the scars of both the former and the latter for the rest of my life, but I can do this because I am so lucky to have friends who scrape me up and mend me every time this happens. It doesn’t happen as much as it used to, but it still hurts when it does. I daren’t think of how I could do this on my own.
Not everyone is so fortunate. It’s one of those things where people don’t wish to burden others, as it’s an illness that carries a malignant stigma that prevents sharing for fear of driving loved ones away. I know this all too well to my cost, as I lost a potential life because I simply didn’t know how to tell the person who has been closest to me in my life so far that I was struggling, and that I needed help.
Organisations such as Box Of Stars hope to bring this illness out into the open where it belongs, and to free those who suffer from the yoke of loneliness by providing support and a conversation. And this is where all this ties in. A tribute to Sparklehorse’s Mark Linkous, entitled Last Box Of Sparklers is imminent, and it needs our help to get it finished and out there. A campaign has begun today to raise funds to complete the recording, manufacture and get the word out – and for whatever you decide to pitch in with, there’s plenty to look forward to receiving in return.