Lady Luck and the MGM Grand
This post is a bit raw, so forgive me if it’s not as . . . pretty . . . I suppose. Recently we were shocked and saddened to learn Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdian had ended their lives prematurely. With everything ahead of them and nothing to lose, it’s arduous to understand why they didn’t live their lives to their full ends. Maybe I can shed some light on the darkness of depression. May was actually Mental Health Awareness Month, but you didn’t see stores or corporations promoting it. Truthfully, I’m appalled and angered. Our society that brags on being so inclusive, sneering at those who don’t conform to certain opinions, let such a momentous moment to help people like Spade and Bourdain slip so carelessly through their fingers. Carelessly letting lives like theirs dash on the cold floor of life. But I digress. To try to explain depression, let me take you to Vegas. You’ve walked on the Strip and you’re pushing the door open to the dazzling MGM Grand casino. You get
