Over the last couple years, Wil started to pop up in more and more things I enjoy. I find him funny, quirky, and I totally get his sense of humor. I respect him for only making the career choices that would positively effect his life, even if that meant being behind the screen of a computer for some time. Just when I thought he couldn't get any cooler, I found out we have something in common that's maybe... not so cool.
Wil Wheaton suffers from Depression & Anxiety. Way to bring me back to reality. He is like me, and brave enough to say so.
In this post that Wil shared on his blog, he says:
I remember the first week after I started meds, Anne and I were out for a walk. I felt her hand in mine, and realized that I didn't have any lingering tension or unhappiness just buzzing around in my skull. I was just enjoying a walk with my wife, and holding her hand.
And I began to cry, because I was so happy.
“It’s like I was in a loud room for so long, I didn't know how loud it was,” I said, “and all I have now is the ringing in my ears.”
She squeezed my hand and I said, “I’m going to remember that ringing in my ears, so I never go back into that room again.”
When I read this post, I began to cry, because I know what he means. There was so much noise in my head before. Not voices, or sounds, but... noise.
(In that same blog post, Wil quotes Jenny Lawson, The Bloggess. She is also an awesome someone, and also deserves our love and attention. Check her out too. In my imaginary world, she and I are BFF.)
Bottom line... Seeing someone that is so public write exactly how you feel... it's really something... something that I hold on to tightly. Knowing that people I admire, like Wil and Jenny, are able to admit their feelings and seek medical treatment makes my own medical advocacy both easier and more important to me.
