luvsterriers wrote:
http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20347594,00.html
I don't know much about the Osmonds. The young man who died was Marie's adopted son. I can never understand why celebrities want to take their own lives when they have fame and money.
He wasn't a celebrity, his adoptive mother is. Its probably very easy to feel worthless, meaningless and unloved when your birth parents give you up, and the mother who adopts you is always off singing in Vegas or Dancing With the Stars. I'm not blaming Marie who seems like a perfectly nice human being, just saying that you can't know what's been going on in the heart and mind of a stranger.
And what on Earth has money or celebrity got to do with happiness? Just because people know your name doesn't mean you're automatically fulfilled and complete inside. Just ask Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Lenny Bruce, Freddie Prinze, Richard Jenny, Hunter Thompson, Wendy O Williams, Kurt Cobain or Sylvia Plath...except you can't, because they're all dead of suicide or drug overdose (which is ultimately the same thing) - all of them were famous, some considered geniuses, but that didn't mean they were automatically
happy.
Sometimes people have extreme emotional reactions to distressing situations - there's no guessing how many people have ended their lives over failed romance alone. Then there are simply chemical imbalances in the brain, which can leave a person despondent over everything in their lives and being alive in general. You can't know for sure what kind of pain drives a person to the final solution unless you've been in their head and experienced it. I do think that for some sensitive souls life itself becomes so excruciating that the end of life no longer seems like a tragedy or a loss, but an escape from agony.