Depression kills. Like any disease, it has the potential to destroy life. But unlike other diseases, it does not receive the recognition that it should.
Last week, depression took another life. It’s victim was twenty two year old Saoirse Kennedy Hill, whose grandfather was the late Robert F. Kennedy. According reports, depression had been her unwanted friend for years. While in high school, she wrote a column in her school newspaper about her battle with depression.
One of the hardest things about depression is sometimes the simple act of getting up in the morning. It may seem trivial, but getting up in the morning is a sign of life. Depression does not want us to live, it wants us to stay in it’s cold and dark cocoon and eventually die.
I am glad that I woke up this morning. It took a good amount of energy, but I did.
Saoirse Kennedy Hill was young, only twenty two with what was hopefully a full life ahead of her. Unfortunately, depression took that life away before she had the chance to truly live.
In the late 1960’s, Robert F. Kennedy was a beacon of hope and light in the darkness and chaos that defined the era. He was gunned down in 1968 by an assassin while on the Presidential campaign trail. Though his body has long since returned to the earth, his legacy lives on.
This book is amazing. While the interviewees are vastly different, the message is the same. RFK represented what America could be and challenged her citizens to step up to create the America he believed could one day exist.
Before his untimely killing, RFK appeared to be on track for the Presidency. He represented everything that America stood for and could be. He stood for social justice, eradication of poverty, eradication of discrimination/racism, etc. The grandson of Irish-Catholic immigrants who had surely faced discrimination in their own lives, he understood the potential that America had. That is, if the people of this country were willing to stand up for what was and still is right.
Unfortunately, he was taken from this life when he had only begun to represent the best of America.
RIP, RFK, wherever you are. Your memory still, to this day, is a blessing to this country and her citizens.