Sunday
Jan272008
What bothers me about it
Sunday, January 27, 2008 The whole Heath Ledger thing is so indescribably sad and I can't really put into words exactly why; but she did:
Heath Ledger, it has been reported, had pneumonia and was on a
possibly-fatal combination of antibiotics, sleeping pills and
antidepressants. ANTIDEPRESSANTS. That's horrifying, that a young man
with a thriving career, critical acclaim, millions of dollars and all
of perks that fame brings - endless attractive sexual partners! fancy
clothes! interesting drugs! - was that unhappy. (this was meant ironically, people!) What does our society possibly have to offer anyone if the winners aren't happy with their prize?
Reader Comments (4)
yeah Beck's post pretty much summed it up. I just feel like I want to wrap up his baby girl and protect her from it all. So, so sad
I've been sad about his passing as well, but also couldn't put my finger on it. I think Beck put it rather well.
I think it shows that our society may be chasing the wrong dream after all...
You know what, though? Sometimes depression just is. It's not caused by something or by a lack of something, it's just there, in your head, taking up space. Just because you have fame and money and looks doesn't exempt you from depression. I don't think it has anything to do with chasing dreams. I think it has to do with your brain's hard wiring.
I have been sad about his death as well, and even more sad for his family and child. More and more American families are falling apart. Nothing we accomplish is worth anything if we don't have our loved ones to share it with. It has been reported that he missed being away from his daughter. His work seemed to distance him from his family at least physically.