by Andy Towle
September 13, 2016
September 13, 2016
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Said Miller in the video, which offers the number of the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (1-800-273-TALK):
“Each year, depression affects an estimated 15 million people in the United States and 350 million worldwide. If depression is part of your story, there is hope…don’t be afraid to take the first step. Someone cares.”
Watch:
Miller came out as gay in 2013. He talked about his own thoughts of suicide in a Facebook post last March. He said that he became depressed and suicidal in 2010 when he semi-retired from acting, and he was mocked by the paparazzi for putting on weight during his struggle.
At the time I suffered in silence. As so many do. The extent of my struggle known to very, very few.
Ashamed and in pain, I considered myself
damaged goods. And the voices in my head urged me down the path to
self-destruction. Not for the first time.
I’ve struggled with depression since
childhood. It’s a battle that’s cost me time, opportunities,
relationships, and a thousand sleepless nights.
In 2010, at the lowest point in my adult
life, I was looking everywhere for relief/comfort/distraction. And I
turned to food. It could have been anything. Drugs. Alcohol. Sex. But
eating became the one thing I could look forward to. Count on to get me
through. There were stretches when the highlight of my week was a
favorite meal and a new episode of TOP CHEF. Sometimes that was enough.
Had to be.
And I put on weight. Big f–king deal.
One day, out for a hike in Los Angeles
with a friend, we crossed paths with a film crew shooting a reality
show. Unbeknownst to me, paparazzi were circling. They took my picture,
and the photos were published alongside images of me from another time
in my career. “Hunk To Chunk.” “Fit To Flab.” Etc.
My mother has one of those “friends”
who’s always the first to bring you bad news. They clipped one of these
articles from a popular national magazine and mailed it to her. She
called me, concerned.
In 2010, fighting for my mental health, it was the last thing I needed.
The first time I saw this meme pop up in
my social media feed, I have to admit, it hurt to breathe. But as with
everything in life, I get to assign meaning. And the meaning I assign to
this/my image is Strength. Healing. Forgiveness. Of myself and
others. If you or someone you know is struggling, help is available.
Reach out. Text. Send an email. Pick up the phone. Someone cares.
They’re waiting to hear from you.
Read his post from last March:
Today I found myself the subject of an Internet meme. Not for the first time.
This one, however, stands out from the rest.
In 2010, semi-retired from acting, I was keeping a low-profile for a number of reasons.
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This one, however, stands out from the rest.
In 2010, semi-retired from acting, I was keeping a low-profile for a number of reasons.
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