Jesus H. Christ

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New Ginger Says up on thewildhearts.com.

If you have any interest whatsoever in Ginger or the Wildhearts, or rock music, or depression - READ IT.

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What I'm thinking is that I'm halfway between wanting to pick him up and shake him, and give him a big hug. I can empathise with the idea that your depression is so awful that you'll take anything that makes it better - I've been there and done that and it's a situation that some people don't even get out of (they choose suicide instead).

But that entire piece is a list of excuses, and blames. He's blaming everyone for his problems but himself. It's his mother's fault for marrying a wife-beater, his stepfather's fault for being a wife-beater, the record industry's fault for never giving the WH their lot, CJ's fault for moving to Japan, ..., and Angie's fault for dumping him. When he says on the one hand "I always promised that I would never lie to Angie" and on the other "I admitted that I had been taking heroin for a number of months - about four". So he had been lying to her for four months already about something that could potentially kill him? Lying by omission? Jesus.

I'm torn between empathy and sympathy and raging anger - that someone could say that they love their kids and at the same time do something so harmful that his kids could end up without a father. Blame, blame, blame. "I'm fucked up because of everyone else". Sure, shitty circumstances get you fucked up, but at some point a person has to take responsibility for themselves.

And I want to express these sentiments to him, but he'd hate me for it. He's been honest in the hope of getting some support, I think. But I'm remembering the fact that the best psych professionals I've ever seen were the ones that I hated and admired in equal parts. Hated, because they told me the truth I didn't want to hear. Admired, because they were able to tell me the truth, not patronise me, and get my head into a place where I was able to fix it myself.