This isn’t my usual kind of post but it’s something that I’m passionate about and I think needs to change in the world, also it has everything to do with a change I am making in my life right now, you could say I’m working on my Healthy Body, Healthy Mind, and Healthy Family, so I’m stepping a little out of my comfort zone to write this and voicing my personal opinion.
If you are on social media you would of seen the meme above going around, with two photos of Wentworth Miller, one with him looking very trim, showing off the prison break tattoos on his upper body, (I loved that show) probably heavily photoshopped to make him look even better, you know if that’s possible 🙂 then on the other side a non photoshopped photo in casual clothes, it looks like he has put on a bit of weight, then across the top the slogan ‘when you break out of prison and find out about McDonalds monopoly…’ So some people may think that’s harmless, having a bit of a joke at someone’s expense never hurt anyone right? Wrong!! So wrong! It shouldn’t matter if he is a celebrity, people think that it just comes with the teritory. I really don’t understand why famous people should just expect to be criticised, judged and made fun of. We try and teach our children that bullying is wrong and that we should be nice to people when in reality that’s not the kind of world we are living in.
Laughing at other peoples expense, judging and criticising without even knowing their situation is all to common in our society and not just in the media, in our homes, our families and with friends. I see people suffering and I read about it on other blogs too all in the name of having a laugh. I understand there are people with serious problems that bully etc but I’m not talking about them. I do however think that, that’s used as excuse though sometimes, I hear people say things like ‘well you don’t know what’s going on in their life, you should just ignore it’ and let them carry on treating me that way ? Surely that’s not right. Right?
So here is Wentworth Miller response and how he handled it… (from his official Facebook page)
Today I found myself the subject of an Internet meme. Not for the first time.
This one, however, stands out from the rest.
In 2010, semi-retired from acting, I was keeping a low-profile for a number of reasons.
First and foremost, I was suicidal.
This is a subject I’ve since written about, spoken about, shared about.
But at the time I suffered in silence. As so many do. The extent of my struggle known to very, very few.
Ashamed and in pain, I considered myself damaged goods. And the voices in my head urged me down the path to self-destruction. Not for the first time.
I’ve struggled with depression since childhood. It’s a battle that’s cost me time, opportunities, relationships, and a thousand sleepless nights.
In 2010, at the lowest point in my adult life, I was looking everywhere for relief/comfort/distraction. And I turned to food. It could have been anything. Drugs. Alcohol. Sex. But eating became the one thing I could look forward to. Count on to get me through. There were stretches when the highlight of my week was a favorite meal and a new episode of TOP CHEF. Sometimes that was enough. Had to be.
And I put on weight. Big f–king deal.
One day, out for a hike in Los Angeles with a friend, we crossed paths with a film crew shooting a reality show. Unbeknownst to me, paparazzi were circling. They took my picture, and the photos were published alongside images of me from another time in my career. “Hunk To Chunk.” “Fit To Flab.” Etc.
My mother has one of those “friends” who’s always the first to bring you bad news. They clipped one of these articles from a popular national magazine and mailed it to her. She called me, concerned.
In 2010, fighting for my mental health, it was the last thing I needed.
Long story short, I survived.
So do those pictures.
Now, when I see that image of me in my red t-shirt, a rare smile on my face, I am reminded of my struggle. My endurance and my perseverance in the face of all kinds of demons. Some within. Some without.
Like a dandelion up through the pavement, I persist.
Anyway. Still. Despite.
The first time I saw this meme pop up in my social media feed, I have to admit, it hurt to breathe. But as with everything in life, I get to assign meaning. And the meaning I assign to this/my image is Strength. Healing. Forgiveness.
Of myself and others.
If you or someone you know is struggling, help is available. Reach out. Text. Send an email. Pick up the phone. Someone cares. They’re waiting to hear from you. Much love. – W.M. #koalas #inneractivist #prisonbroken
Luckily he has been strong enough to use this as a teaching tool and a voice for those who aren’t strong enough too, he has used his celebrity status to stand up and say actually this is what was happening in my life at that point, you can’t tell from that photo can you?, just like you can’t tell from looking at someone what their situation is. He has been brave enough to say this is how you made me feel by putting posting that, when I read ‘ it hurt to breathe’ I wanted to cry for him, I wanted to tell him that they don’t matter, but he knows that, just like I know and have recently come to realise I don’t need people in my life that are going to judge me or treat me in a way that has me hurting so bad I want to shut the whole world out.
I realised this was affecting my life and I had to do something about it, I can’t let myself care about what these kind of people are saying, over the past couple of years our family has been through some struggles, I suffered post natal anxiety and depression twice, both pregnancies I had hyperemesis and SPD, with the second pregnancy it was worse I couldnt walk, traveling in the car hurt because I couldn’t sit down for too long and certainly wasn’t comfortable. My grandma passed away the closest person to me in my extended family, the one that had always been there, whilst I was pregnant with little s and I’m not even going to go into the stress surrounding sorting her will etc. Something that she tried so hard to avoid. Then little s was born and the stress of wondering what was the matter with my perfect baby girl and no one giving us any answers, didn’t mix to well with the anxiety. (You can read our Lymphoedema story here) Then there’s been financial troubles, my hubby is in uni, our car broke I could go on but I think you get the picture. Amongst all this instead of support we were judged, talked about and complained too even made fun of, and ignored, yes it hurt, but now it’s time for change, I can’t care what these people think anymore or anyone else, they are not family even if they are on my family tree, they are not friends even if they claim to be. They won’t change so I have too, as hard as it may be we can make that choice, of course some things are still going to hurt, especially when I’m reminded as Wentworth Miller said, but I can put things in place so that it doesn’t affect my life anymore.
Wentworth Miller can’t avoid the media but he has chosen even though it hurt to turn it into a positive and an opportunity to help others, he has chosen to stand up and say this is what was happening in my life at that time, he has chosen to say this is how you made me feel, his response will be a huge influence to a lot of people, for that I have the upper most respect for him, he has given me a little faith in the human race, there are nice people out there In the world. I have very few people I call family and even fewer I call friends but they are there and they do care, he is an inspiration and a survivor and I truly hope that people will remember that when they see that meme.