It's August 24th. And this is the day that my brother Rick should be turning 57 years old. He won't do that because he died by suicide in 2007, after a years-long struggle with depression and addiction that went largely untreated because he was ashamed.
So for the past several years, I've been sharing my thoughts on this day here on the oft-problematic but occasionally good Twitter.
A bit of a recap first and then what feels to me like an important update.
Rick was my hero because he was my big brother. But even if we weren't related, I would have found him to be one of the kindest, smartest, and funniest people I knew. What I didn't see when we were young was the pain he was in.
He had what we would call today ADHD and dyslexia. Back then, it was called "being a bad kid and a dumb kid". We also grew up in a house where alcoholism lived. He was up against it and he felt that. Instead of turning to booze like our dad did, Rick turned to pot.
And then school started to fall away. He got a job at the airport with the kind of 80s burnouts who could offer him harder stuff, which he took. He eventually moved from our town in suburban Seattle to San Diego, still working at airports.
The substance use increased as it also created more setbacks. He had no stable home, no steady job, and then methamphetamine entered the picture. His depression got worse.
And all of this - mental health, drugs, academics, employment - he thought it was all his fault. Like he screwed up by choice. Free will exists but so does addiction and other mental illnesses. He had treatable conditions but could not accept that.
Eventually, he appeared to get sober, stabilized, started volunteering for Narcotics Anonymous hotlines, dedicating all his time to telling people that they could get better. Never believed it of himself. He felt like he let everyone down.
And in April of 2007, he went to a shooting range and shot himself. He left words behind, apologizing. At his service, there was a reluctance by the attendees to say he was mentally ill. I resolved to talk about it instead and here we are.
The way I saw it, if you can talk about something and make it better OR not talk and make it worse, and you choose the latter? That's just stupid. That's not a choice at all. You become a blabbermouth and you connect people and we help each other.
@THWofD If you are suffering from mental problems, even if you don't know what to call them, seek help. You aren't the first to experience whatever you're experiencing. People know what to do. There's no single solution, unfortunately, but there are options.
@THWofD And finding that help, especially in our ludicrously expensive and labyrinthine American healthcare system, can be exhaustingly difficult. Which sucks for people least equipped to deal with such obstacles. Try anyway.
@THWofD I'm cheering you on in what could be a horrible marathon. A lot of people are. Make an appointment. KEEP the appointment. Do the hard work. There's really no other option.
@THWofD An also please don't kill yourself. We need you. We face challenges.
@THWofD Some people have argued "Well, who are you to stop someone from making that choice?" Well, I'm a person who has chosen a side. I don't want you to make that choice. I'll fight for that. And if you don't like it, fuck it, I'll fight anyway.
@THWofD Last summer, I had been talking about this for years and had hosted two seasons of @THWofD, a show I created. I was giving speeches, I was writing. And I was really reaching people.
I had also given up.
@THWofD Despite all the work I had done, my brain had been operating under the idea that the best I could do was not get worse. I was on meds, I understood the issues, and I wasn't getting worse and I wasn't getting better. I accepted I never would get better.
@THWofD And finally, I thought, wait, hold on, you know what, fuck that. I had just turned 50 and realized I didn't have that much time left and why NOT try to improve.
I decided to find a good therapist and this time work like hell on myself.
@THWofD I went the CBT route. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy was the one approach that was successful for 100% of the people I had talked to who had tried it. And I found an outstanding practitioner.
@THWofD So for the last year, I have been prying open my own history, zeroing in on some very hard truths, identifying and analyzing some very difficult events, and connecting them to my current reality. IT HAS BEEN VERY TIRING. And revelatory and wonderful.
@THWofD I decided to improve and I have. I'm in the best mental health I've been in since maybe elementary school. For the first time as a grownup, I know how I got to where I am and how to improve. And just how to have better days. It's wonderful.
@THWofD You can get better. You can do the hard work. Discover your truth and discover your mind and don't give up. Giving up can be tempting but don't give up. And if you've given up, try again. That's all. Thanks. /End
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Hello. It’s August 24th, my brother’s birthday. He would have turned 62 today but Rick Moe died by suicide in April of 2007 after many years of dealing with major depressive disorder. I commemorate his birthday by trying to say some helpful things here.
Maybe you’ve lost someone to suicide and I’m very sorry. Maybe you’ve been tempted to go that way yourself, in which case, I’m sorry for your terrible pain and thank you for sticking around. I admire your bravery and determination. Please don’t go.
Rick died, in part, because he stayed silent about his pain. He was ashamed of this illness he had that was not his fault. The illness lied to him and told him it was and depression is one hell of a good liar. But it wasn’t his fault anymore than cancer is someone’s fault.
I think Minnesotans need to keep in mind what this means: a whole new massive audience to tell about the Halloween blizzard of 1991.
(Walz didn’t even live here then. Neither did I. That doesn’t stop anyone.)
After we moved here in 2008, I was talking to a neighbor who referenced the storm and asked if I'd heard about it. I told him no. And the look he gave me. It's like I was a nubile virgin being set before a vampire.
🧵 When I was in high school, I participated in competitive speech. *Not debate.* Speech. Individual events.
Senior year, I made it to state in Oratory. That’s persuasive speech. Eight minutes to make a convincing argument.
And at state, I advanced to the finals...
The final round consisted of six speakers from across the state, including me. Three judges. And the scoring is weird. Each judge selects their first, second, and third place winners. Then everyone else (picks for four through six) get fourth place.
I go up, do my speech, and I think I’ve done pretty well. But you stay and watch everyone else and some of these kids were really good. Beyond that, a lot of them were doing really different things with their time. Bold choices, novel approaches. It was really interesting.
From the recording of "Do They Know It's Christmas", a thread:
BOB GELDOF
Right then, we’ll take it from Simon and Sting.
(music starts)
SIMON LEBON & STING
(singing) There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing
Is the bitter sting of tears
My brother Rick would have turned 60 today but he died by suicide in 2007, following a long history of dealing with substance use disorder and major depressive disorder. Every year on his birthday, I talk openly about mental health. (thread)
I talk openly about it because he was never able to do so. Rick was ashamed of his problems, felt like he had let everyone down, that he hurt people. So he stuffed it all inside. If he had received good help and enough of it, he might still be alive today.
And Rick’s disorders were not his fault. Sure, he chose to try drugs but one doesn’t choose to be addicted. One doesn’t opt in to a genetic predisposition to addiction. One doesn’t select the kind of deep, guilty depression that often follows.
An aspect of student loan forgiveness that seems to elude some is that it’s an investment.
Educated people who are not as weighed down by debt are available to build/make things that benefit and advance society. Helps the economy, culture, prosperity.
So it’s not about giving away free stuff, it’s about stimulating the greater good.
It’s the same reason people without kids in public schools still help fund those schools: we collectively benefit.
When I worked in public radio, I noticed a lot of one type of person entering the industry right out of college. They were from good schools and with backgrounds that made it likely they had little or no debt. They took the low-paying or no-paying entry level jobs.