Thinking tonight on the death of Margo Kidder - the 'Lois Lane' of my age. Here again, like Carrie Fisher, we had someone beautiful and talented, that was caught in the horrible illness of depression, and all the lifelong baggage that comes with it.
I look at these amazing people, and my heart just breaks for them. In some ways, yes, they had it 'all'. But in the ways they needed, it just couldn't come together.
Our worlds and our hearts are not only in the children we hold, or those we love - our world is shaped in how our minds allow us to perceive them. Yes, you may have it 'all'; but that isn't the key to happiness. There is no key - only life, and what we can do with what life gives.
When you can't look at the world around you without an inner voice tearing you down, your own mind turns into the toughest battleground you will ever face.
Having stood upon that ground, off and on, for 45 years, I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Not even those whose own hatred of themselves led them to lash out against the world.
Rest - finally - in peace. To all those who so desperately sought it in life, even just for a moment.