Carta de MARIAN KEYES: su depresion
January 2010
Laid Low
Laid Low
" My dear amigos, happy new year to you all and I hope your festive season was not too unpleasant. I’m very sorry but this is going to be a very short piece because I am laid low with crippling depression. Regular readers know that I’ve been prone to depression on and off over the years but this is in a totally different league. This is much much worse. I know I’m leaving myself open to stinky journalists saying ‘What has she got to be depressed about, the self-indulgent whiner, when there are people out there with real troubles?’ so I won’t go on about it.
All I will say is that I’m aware that these are terrible times and that there are people out there who have been so ruined by the current economic climate that they’ve lost the roof over their heads and every day is a battle for basic survival and I wish I could make their pain go away. But although I’m blessed enough to have a roof over my head, I still feel like I’m living in hell. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t write, I can’t read, I can’t talk to people. The worst thing is that I feel it will never end. I know lots of people don’t believe it, but depression is an illness, but unlike say, a broken leg, you don’t know when it’ll get better.
I’ve been trying to read helpful, comforting and inspiring bits and pieces because I can’t manage novels and I’ve included some of them at the bottom of the page, in the hope that you might find them helpful, comforting and inspiring at some time too.
So amigos, I’m sorry to abandon you for the moment. Full service will be restored at some stage, I hope. Thank you in advance for your kindness because you’ve always been so lovely to me and once again Happy New Year. I hope it’s a nice one for you. "
All I will say is that I’m aware that these are terrible times and that there are people out there who have been so ruined by the current economic climate that they’ve lost the roof over their heads and every day is a battle for basic survival and I wish I could make their pain go away. But although I’m blessed enough to have a roof over my head, I still feel like I’m living in hell. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t write, I can’t read, I can’t talk to people. The worst thing is that I feel it will never end. I know lots of people don’t believe it, but depression is an illness, but unlike say, a broken leg, you don’t know when it’ll get better.
I’ve been trying to read helpful, comforting and inspiring bits and pieces because I can’t manage novels and I’ve included some of them at the bottom of the page, in the hope that you might find them helpful, comforting and inspiring at some time too.
So amigos, I’m sorry to abandon you for the moment. Full service will be restored at some stage, I hope. Thank you in advance for your kindness because you’ve always been so lovely to me and once again Happy New Year. I hope it’s a nice one for you. "
Ella misma confiesa, la depresión está presente en su vida desde los 11 años y siempre ha estado entrando y saliendo de ella. Fue una de las causas que provocó su declarado alcoholismo, del que salió hace ya 17 años gracias al apoyo de su familia.
septiembre 2011
Pero, dice, esta vez es peor que nunca porque no sabe cuándo saldrá de ella. Describe su vida como un infierno, a pesar de tener una familia que la cuida, un marido que la adora y miles de fans por todo el mundo que la apoyan y la admiran.
Tras la ausencia de noticias durante una larga temporada, Marian Keyes ha vuelto a escribir.
El nuevo libro se llama Saved By Cake, se publicara en inglés en 2012, es un libro de recetas en el que nos explica, entre ingrediente e ingrediente, cómo la cocina la ayudó durante esta dura etapa de depresión que acaba de atravesar. Un regalo dulce que nos hace la escritora para poder reír con sus líneas y para hacernos sentir que somos de algún modo especiales.
Y mientras aprendemos a hacer magdalenas, mermeladas y amigos y también amantes . . . regalamos dulzura, afecto, tiempo, ternura, sueños, mimos, cariño, y también amor . . . vida . . .
vamos, no sé, digo yo ♥
vamos, no sé, digo yo ♥
