Thank you, Catherine Zeta Jones, for this

Recently, the most beautiful woman in the world checked in to a hospital to get treated for depression.
Just going to show that no matter how famous, beautiful, rich, talented or successful you are, it doesn’t make a difference. When it comes to the battle of the mind, we are all soldiers trying to do the best we can.
It’s curious, really, how hush hush we are about what we actually feel or what we are facing.When someone asks us ‘How are you?’, we answer ‘Great’ or ‘Fine’, ‘Can’t complain.’ Most status messages on Facebook are generally about how well people are doing, or something funny.
So where’s the scope for really telling people how we actually feel? For sharing what is worrying us. For confiding how vulnerable we are. People won’t understand and they don’t really care, you think to yourself. When you laugh the world laughs with you, when you cry you cry alone.
What a sorry state of affairs this is. I sit at parties where people discuss the latest plot of land they have bought, their last foreign holiday and which college abroad they are sending their kids to, and I think to myself, these are the Arrogant Animals of SuccesS – the AASS’s, who are twisting the fabric of society.
Can you imagine, it’s come to such a point that two sisters starved themselves to death and near-death over six months of acute depression, rather than coming out and seeking help?
Well, you know what? Let’s give a big kick to the AASSs. Everyone is carrying their own baggage and has their own mountain to climb. You may find that idiot bragging about how many millions he is making filing for bankruptcy tomorrow. Or that bitchy, perfect couple clawing each other’s eyes out in a messy divorce.
Let me confess first. Over the years, I’ve become a worrier. I get up every morning and worry about many things, including the future. I worry about old age and savings and my children. Sometimes the worry goes away by breakfast, sometimes it lasts the whole day, like background noise.
And you know what else? I’ve started to feel other people’s pain. When I read about the Noida sisters, I felt like crying. Sometimes I do cry.
So there you are. I don’t care. I’ve said it. The next time you ask me how I am, you might not get a stupid grinning ‘Fine.’
Now what about you? What’s troubling you? If Catherine can say it out loud. And I can tell everyone... so can you!
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