Chris Cornell

Depression is insidious. When it hits in full, it can be as disabling as a car wreck. We still don’t understand it. Too often it’s out of sight…covered up with forced smiles and jokes and pills that never work. Too often it’s viewed as some sort of weakness…only “understood” when it’s too late….with everybody whispering “I wish he had said something”….even though if he had, most of the whisperers would have run for the proverbial hills.

It’s like trying to describe the moon landing to someone blind from birth.

It attacks without warning or mercy. Too often it affects and takes the ones that have the most to give. They can’t give anymore. It’s all gone.

Something reminded me of Chris Cornell today. A song…a note….a snippet of conversation. Maybe the overcast sky and the cold wind. A black hole sun. Something. I wrote this in 2017 when the word came down.