Oh, those classics...
Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 16:59
"What's the problem Doc?". Want to know the opinion of the forum regarding writers, and their livelihoods.Have you read their works, and how they affect you.
THE GREAT DEPRESSION AND WRITERS
Nikolai Gogol (1809 – 1852)
N. In.Gogol all his life suffered from manic-depressive psychosis. In a state of mania, the writer had a lot of energy, strength, creative ideas that were embodied in his colourful works. But time passed, and the pendulum swung in the other direction – has come a black stripe. In the 19th century medicine was not able to make a correct diagnosis, let alone prescribe the right treatment. In the end, the doctors treated Gogol wrap in a wet sheet, and his spiritual mentor was trying to cure him of very strict fasting. But these methods failed to alleviate the psychological suffering of the writer.
My first depressive attack Gogol experienced in Rome in 1840, when he was 31 years old. Its condition he describes thus: "the Sun, the sky – everything I hate. My poor soul: she has no shelter. I'm now more suitable for a monastery than for the secular life". But in 1841 the mood of the letters changed to the complete opposite: "Yes, my friend, I am deeply happy, I know and hear wondrous minute, creating a great happening and committed in my heart"; "my Work is great, my feat - saving"; "Oh, believe my words. A higher power endowed from now on my word." These words very well describe two opposite States, which characterize the course of manic-depressive psychosis - depression and mania.
In 1842, during a new episode of depression, he writes: "I took possession of my ordinary (already common) periodic fever, during which I remain almost motionless as the room sometimes for 2-3 weeks. My head is stiff. Broken the last ties that bind me with light. There is no higher rank of monk".
In 1846 the state of the writer becomes so unbearable that "to hang or drown seems like the only way out, similar to the drug". Over time, depressive episodes become more frequent and occur more heavily in a letter to Zhukovsky he wrote: "What is wrong with me? Old age or temporary numbness of the forces? Or, in fact, 42 years for my old age? What, why I was attacked by such a daze – I can't understand. If you knew what happen to me strange revolutions, how much it all torn apart inside of me. God, how I survived, how many had been through".
During the last episode of illness (December 1851 – February 1852) Nikolai spent two days without food and water, kneeling in front of icons. Fearing for the fate of the second volume of "Dead souls", Gogol is trying to give the manuscript of count Tolstoy, but he refuses to Gogol not a feeling that you don't trust him. But Gogol's fears were justified - 11-12 February, he burns all of the manuscript of the second volume, and world literature loses... I want to write "great literature", but we will never know. Together with the manuscripts disappears the point is not only art, but life, and the next 10 days, he dies, looking empty and lifeless eyes to nowhere, never speaking with anyone until his death. Gogol was a fanatical Christian, so he chose the safest and most peaceful way of death, he starved himself to death, and death finally brought long-awaited peace, which is confirmed by the lines of recent emails: "one Must train to die, and I'm ready to die...", "How sweet it is to die..."
Ernest Hemingway (1899 – 1961)
Books by Hemingway called the books of life for men. One of the most powerful works of the writer is considered the novel "the old Man and the sea". It persistently sounds the slogan – "don't give up. Go to the end. To win." The image of the author appears as the embodiment of vitality, a clot contagious energy, which was enough, as on the creativity and diverse interests. However, the work of Hemingway was quite uneven, and Hobbies ended in disappointment. All his life he wore a mask, behind which hides the frantic, but subdued and painful soul, obsessed with the desire for death. Soul touching which did not bring happiness to either one of the four wives of the writer.
In the last years of his life Hemingway constantly oppressed by the thought that he will not be able to write more. Without this, he saw his life is meaningless and impossible. His fears were justified when the Nobel laureate was asked to write a wish for the inauguration of the future President of the United States John Kennedy, he in the course of a week was able to "give birth" only four banal line. Shortly before the fatal shot, Hemingway turned to one of closest friends with a strange question: "What happens to a man when he realizes that you will not write those books, who have vowed to write?"
Hemingway repeatedly tried to commit suicide. Twice the writer saw charging the gun, a box to which was attached a suicide note. When Hemingway flew to the Mayo clinic in Minnesota to undergo shock therapy and get rid of tormenting his depression, he tried to open the hatch and jump out of the plane. While refueling on the ground Hemingway was forcefully pushed from the rotating propeller. After a course of therapy, the doctors came to the conclusion that the writer is healthy, and sent him home. Outwardly he looked perfectly normal, became very calm and attentive to loved ones. But only superficially. Suicide the day before he went to bed early. In the morning while the wife slept, the writer got up, went into the room where he kept a hunting rifle, selected his favorite shotgun "Abercrombie and Finch", put the cartridge in both barrels, put the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger with his big toe. No note explaining why it has not been found.
Severe hereditary aura Hemingway had a detrimental influence on the fate of his descendants. The first son, Gregory became a transvestite. For Hemingway all his life emphasizing his masculinity, it was a real tragedy. He forced the son to pass 98 sessions of electroconvulsive therapy, but it didn't help. Gregory was put in a cell for a walk in the Nude, where he died of a heart attack. His other son Patrick at age 18 became ill with schizophrenia, but managed to recover and went to Africa, where he became a professional Safari leader. The writer's brother, Lester, who was younger than Ernest for sixteen years, since childhood, idolized brother, and was very proud of them. Lester tried to imitate him in everything, too, was fond of hunting and fishing. A year after the suicide of Ernie, he wrote a book of memoirs, "My brother Ernest Hemingway," which became a bestseller. Leicester went through in his imitation of his famous brother - in 1982, he also shot a gun.
Writer's granddaughter, Margaux committed suicide after exactly 35 years to the day after the death of his famous grandfather. Margo, having the appearance of a Hollywood movie star at age twenty became the highest paid model of America, has starred in several films. By 1996, when Margot was forty five, from her former beauty gone. Years of alcoholism, bulimia and depression, bordering on severe mental illness, has done its job, and she decided to settle scores with life. Margo did not like blood, so as a weapon of suicide in contrast to the male relatives chose potent sedative. However, the first part of this chain of suicides was not Ernest Hemingway, and his grandfather on the maternal side. He tried to commit suicide, but fortunately failed. In 1928 gun shot the father of the writer. According to the mother, to commit suicide he was forced obsession on useless health and large debts.
Hemingway always wanted "to be remembered by people as a writer, not as someone who has been in the war, not as a hunter, drunk and rowdy tavern". This extraordinary man knew that were a spent force and a considerable portion of his talent. Most likely, the realization of the bitter truth and forced him on the morning of 2 July 1961 and pull the trigger. The roar of the shot heard all of the reading planet.
Jack London (1876 – 1916)
The famous American writer, who committed suicide in the fortieth year of life. His death appears to be unnatural and absurd. In the work of London clear anthem of life. The characters in his stories and novels – willed and strong people, overcoming incredible difficulties. They set goals and persistently go to them and always win in spite of circumstances. After his books wants to live. Live strong, no matter what. Material for his work, the writer drew from his life – his biography is read in one breath like a fascinating adventure novel.
The writer's life was very hard in his youth he changed many professions, toured the country. He was an oyster pirate, sailor, hobo, postman, along with other fortune seekers rushed to Alaska in search of gold. Many times he faced death, but only laughed loudly and spat in her face. Before the first story future writer was admitted to the press he had to spend so much effort, that would be enough for several lives. Once he was in despair and decided to commit suicide, and sat down to write farewell letters to. By happy coincidence, at this time came his friend, tired of life, has no future at the time, fourteen hard labour seven days a week, for which he paid a pittance was the norm. Jack, who had a great argument, managed to persuade him to abandon the suicide, and with him, apparently, and itself.
Since childhood, Jack was prone to bouts of depression, but none of the many friends and comrades did not know about it. He was always full of exuberant energy and life, even in the most difficult moments of life smiled and encouraged others. Only the strong will helped the writer cope with bouts of depression, and he never sat idly by. The performance of Jack amazed all who knew him – often he's been working 17-19 hours a day. For fifteen years he wrote as much as many have written in their entire lives – the complete works of the writer is 40 volumes.
Everything he did, he did at full strength: worked up a sweat, worked – strong and large strokes, laughed loudly to exhaustion, infecting others. He lived among free and generous nature of California and all his life he was free and generous towards others. He truly loved people and truly believed in their honesty and kindness. His fearlessness, endurance and vitality, he resembled a grizzly bear – the emblem depicted on the flag of the state.
By the spring of 1913, he became the most famous and highly paid writer in the world, occupying a place owned by Kipling at the dawn of the century. At the same time was completed the most ambitious non-literary project in a writer's life - Jack bought a huge plot of land, determined to spend the second half of life. Here was built a large house, called the House of the Wolf, was planted 140 thousand eucalyptus trees.
House of Wolf was his life's dream, the construction of its spent a few years of work and $ 80,000 – the sum on those times fantastic. But the night before the move happened irreparable – the house was set on fire by enemies from several sides. Jack could only watch as the fire devours what has been invested so much work and soul. At dawn, when everything that could burn in a fire, he calmly said: "Tomorrow will begin to build again." But the house was not destined to reappear on the scene of the ashes in this night, something burned in his heart. Forever.
However, this year was one of the most fruitful in his work. At this time were written some of his best novels "John barley corn" and "valley of the moon", but gradually the gloom more and more filled the soul of the writer. As always, the work helped him. At this time London wrote probably the most unusual novel, "an Interstellar wanderer". Imbued with a deep compassion for the man, thin and musical, makes you live no matter what. To fight and always come out the winner. (Those for whom the word "depression" is not an empty phrase are urged to read this novel).
Increasingly come the bouts of despair, when his great will and love for life completely it leave. It was a lot to drink. Just a year ago, returning on the steamer Cape horn from the East, he took with him to the journey in addition to thousands of books and pamphlets that he had to deal with forty gallons of whiskey. "When we pristane in Seattle, or read a thousand books, or disappear these forty gallons." At the end of the journey, all the books were read, and the whiskey remained untouched. But now everything has changed: the whiskey was necessary in order to kill time. It seemed, went all – youth, health, and clarity. The disease forced him to get drunk, to forget, but in the morning he wakes up and starts all over again.
Jack was more and more disappointed in the people who surrounded him. The failure continued to haunt him – suddenly turned out to be unnecessary 140 000 eucalyptus trees, which had twenty years to bring a fortune – the interest in Circassian walnut disappeared. Collapsed and other initiatives related to agriculture have strained relationship with her daughter. All his life he had difficulties, but easily overcame them, they even gave him joy, giving life a certain flavor. But he is tired of life.
For the maintenance of the ranch required money and big money. To do this he had to write, you have to give your daily portion of a thousand words. Previously, he wrote, because I couldn't not write, now it has become a heavy burden. "The need – that's what makes me write. Need. Otherwise, I never would have written a single line. So that's that". He disappeared into the walls of his office, reading a distressed and angry letters of his last novel "the Mistress of a small house" was dissatisfied with both critics and loyal readers. There was fear. Fear of going crazy. Brain was exhausted and could not stand the exhausting work but he was forced to write every day. He was afraid to go crazy and prayed to the daughter of the stepfather, Eloise: "If I lose my mind, promise me you won't send me to the hospital. Promise".
London knew what had driven themselves into a corner and tried to regain the indefatigable will to live, which always blazed in his eyes. In the hope that the sun will cure his black depression, in July 1916 Jack and I went to Hawaii. But all was in vain - nothing helped. It only remained to drink, drink and drink. When he returned, friends did not recognize him – he's grown fat, his face swollen, his eyes went out. He always had a boyish appearance, looked much older than his years.
Before leaving, he wrote two great story "the Argonauts in the old days" of Alaska and Princess is on the Way in which he always believed, which again brought him to the years when it was still ahead. On the night of November 22, 1916, Jack had committed suicide. Morning found him on the porch in a dead faint. Nearby lay two empty vials of morphine and atropine and a notebook, all scribbled numbers – computing with a lethal dose of poison. Doctors struggled for his life, and about seven in the evening he was gone.
His body was cremated and the urn with the ashes buried in the place where Jack wanted in the labor and glory to spend the second half of his life on a high and picturesque hill Ranch Beauty. He found peace, which had in life. Forever. So that's that.
William Styron (1925 – 1996)
- famous American novelist. For 40 (!!!) years William abused alcohol drinking for him was, in his words, "daily washing in the mood". At the age of 60 years for Styron suddenly appeared perfect alcohol intolerance, and just one SIP of wine caused nausea, a state of stupefaction. Without a daily serving of alcohol, the Styron began to develop severe depression, and mood in six months, has deteriorated so much that there were thoughts about suicide. In 1990 released his "darkness Visible," which vividly described his struggle with depression.
Source http://www.rodichenkov.ru/Psycho/depression/<
THE GREAT DEPRESSION AND WRITERS
Nikolai Gogol (1809 – 1852)
N. In.Gogol all his life suffered from manic-depressive psychosis. In a state of mania, the writer had a lot of energy, strength, creative ideas that were embodied in his colourful works. But time passed, and the pendulum swung in the other direction – has come a black stripe. In the 19th century medicine was not able to make a correct diagnosis, let alone prescribe the right treatment. In the end, the doctors treated Gogol wrap in a wet sheet, and his spiritual mentor was trying to cure him of very strict fasting. But these methods failed to alleviate the psychological suffering of the writer.
My first depressive attack Gogol experienced in Rome in 1840, when he was 31 years old. Its condition he describes thus: "the Sun, the sky – everything I hate. My poor soul: she has no shelter. I'm now more suitable for a monastery than for the secular life". But in 1841 the mood of the letters changed to the complete opposite: "Yes, my friend, I am deeply happy, I know and hear wondrous minute, creating a great happening and committed in my heart"; "my Work is great, my feat - saving"; "Oh, believe my words. A higher power endowed from now on my word." These words very well describe two opposite States, which characterize the course of manic-depressive psychosis - depression and mania.
In 1842, during a new episode of depression, he writes: "I took possession of my ordinary (already common) periodic fever, during which I remain almost motionless as the room sometimes for 2-3 weeks. My head is stiff. Broken the last ties that bind me with light. There is no higher rank of monk".
In 1846 the state of the writer becomes so unbearable that "to hang or drown seems like the only way out, similar to the drug". Over time, depressive episodes become more frequent and occur more heavily in a letter to Zhukovsky he wrote: "What is wrong with me? Old age or temporary numbness of the forces? Or, in fact, 42 years for my old age? What, why I was attacked by such a daze – I can't understand. If you knew what happen to me strange revolutions, how much it all torn apart inside of me. God, how I survived, how many had been through".
During the last episode of illness (December 1851 – February 1852) Nikolai spent two days without food and water, kneeling in front of icons. Fearing for the fate of the second volume of "Dead souls", Gogol is trying to give the manuscript of count Tolstoy, but he refuses to Gogol not a feeling that you don't trust him. But Gogol's fears were justified - 11-12 February, he burns all of the manuscript of the second volume, and world literature loses... I want to write "great literature", but we will never know. Together with the manuscripts disappears the point is not only art, but life, and the next 10 days, he dies, looking empty and lifeless eyes to nowhere, never speaking with anyone until his death. Gogol was a fanatical Christian, so he chose the safest and most peaceful way of death, he starved himself to death, and death finally brought long-awaited peace, which is confirmed by the lines of recent emails: "one Must train to die, and I'm ready to die...", "How sweet it is to die..."
Ernest Hemingway (1899 – 1961)
Books by Hemingway called the books of life for men. One of the most powerful works of the writer is considered the novel "the old Man and the sea". It persistently sounds the slogan – "don't give up. Go to the end. To win." The image of the author appears as the embodiment of vitality, a clot contagious energy, which was enough, as on the creativity and diverse interests. However, the work of Hemingway was quite uneven, and Hobbies ended in disappointment. All his life he wore a mask, behind which hides the frantic, but subdued and painful soul, obsessed with the desire for death. Soul touching which did not bring happiness to either one of the four wives of the writer.
In the last years of his life Hemingway constantly oppressed by the thought that he will not be able to write more. Without this, he saw his life is meaningless and impossible. His fears were justified when the Nobel laureate was asked to write a wish for the inauguration of the future President of the United States John Kennedy, he in the course of a week was able to "give birth" only four banal line. Shortly before the fatal shot, Hemingway turned to one of closest friends with a strange question: "What happens to a man when he realizes that you will not write those books, who have vowed to write?"
Hemingway repeatedly tried to commit suicide. Twice the writer saw charging the gun, a box to which was attached a suicide note. When Hemingway flew to the Mayo clinic in Minnesota to undergo shock therapy and get rid of tormenting his depression, he tried to open the hatch and jump out of the plane. While refueling on the ground Hemingway was forcefully pushed from the rotating propeller. After a course of therapy, the doctors came to the conclusion that the writer is healthy, and sent him home. Outwardly he looked perfectly normal, became very calm and attentive to loved ones. But only superficially. Suicide the day before he went to bed early. In the morning while the wife slept, the writer got up, went into the room where he kept a hunting rifle, selected his favorite shotgun "Abercrombie and Finch", put the cartridge in both barrels, put the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger with his big toe. No note explaining why it has not been found.
Severe hereditary aura Hemingway had a detrimental influence on the fate of his descendants. The first son, Gregory became a transvestite. For Hemingway all his life emphasizing his masculinity, it was a real tragedy. He forced the son to pass 98 sessions of electroconvulsive therapy, but it didn't help. Gregory was put in a cell for a walk in the Nude, where he died of a heart attack. His other son Patrick at age 18 became ill with schizophrenia, but managed to recover and went to Africa, where he became a professional Safari leader. The writer's brother, Lester, who was younger than Ernest for sixteen years, since childhood, idolized brother, and was very proud of them. Lester tried to imitate him in everything, too, was fond of hunting and fishing. A year after the suicide of Ernie, he wrote a book of memoirs, "My brother Ernest Hemingway," which became a bestseller. Leicester went through in his imitation of his famous brother - in 1982, he also shot a gun.
Writer's granddaughter, Margaux committed suicide after exactly 35 years to the day after the death of his famous grandfather. Margo, having the appearance of a Hollywood movie star at age twenty became the highest paid model of America, has starred in several films. By 1996, when Margot was forty five, from her former beauty gone. Years of alcoholism, bulimia and depression, bordering on severe mental illness, has done its job, and she decided to settle scores with life. Margo did not like blood, so as a weapon of suicide in contrast to the male relatives chose potent sedative. However, the first part of this chain of suicides was not Ernest Hemingway, and his grandfather on the maternal side. He tried to commit suicide, but fortunately failed. In 1928 gun shot the father of the writer. According to the mother, to commit suicide he was forced obsession on useless health and large debts.
Hemingway always wanted "to be remembered by people as a writer, not as someone who has been in the war, not as a hunter, drunk and rowdy tavern". This extraordinary man knew that were a spent force and a considerable portion of his talent. Most likely, the realization of the bitter truth and forced him on the morning of 2 July 1961 and pull the trigger. The roar of the shot heard all of the reading planet.
Jack London (1876 – 1916)
The famous American writer, who committed suicide in the fortieth year of life. His death appears to be unnatural and absurd. In the work of London clear anthem of life. The characters in his stories and novels – willed and strong people, overcoming incredible difficulties. They set goals and persistently go to them and always win in spite of circumstances. After his books wants to live. Live strong, no matter what. Material for his work, the writer drew from his life – his biography is read in one breath like a fascinating adventure novel.
The writer's life was very hard in his youth he changed many professions, toured the country. He was an oyster pirate, sailor, hobo, postman, along with other fortune seekers rushed to Alaska in search of gold. Many times he faced death, but only laughed loudly and spat in her face. Before the first story future writer was admitted to the press he had to spend so much effort, that would be enough for several lives. Once he was in despair and decided to commit suicide, and sat down to write farewell letters to. By happy coincidence, at this time came his friend, tired of life, has no future at the time, fourteen hard labour seven days a week, for which he paid a pittance was the norm. Jack, who had a great argument, managed to persuade him to abandon the suicide, and with him, apparently, and itself.
Since childhood, Jack was prone to bouts of depression, but none of the many friends and comrades did not know about it. He was always full of exuberant energy and life, even in the most difficult moments of life smiled and encouraged others. Only the strong will helped the writer cope with bouts of depression, and he never sat idly by. The performance of Jack amazed all who knew him – often he's been working 17-19 hours a day. For fifteen years he wrote as much as many have written in their entire lives – the complete works of the writer is 40 volumes.
Everything he did, he did at full strength: worked up a sweat, worked – strong and large strokes, laughed loudly to exhaustion, infecting others. He lived among free and generous nature of California and all his life he was free and generous towards others. He truly loved people and truly believed in their honesty and kindness. His fearlessness, endurance and vitality, he resembled a grizzly bear – the emblem depicted on the flag of the state.
By the spring of 1913, he became the most famous and highly paid writer in the world, occupying a place owned by Kipling at the dawn of the century. At the same time was completed the most ambitious non-literary project in a writer's life - Jack bought a huge plot of land, determined to spend the second half of life. Here was built a large house, called the House of the Wolf, was planted 140 thousand eucalyptus trees.
House of Wolf was his life's dream, the construction of its spent a few years of work and $ 80,000 – the sum on those times fantastic. But the night before the move happened irreparable – the house was set on fire by enemies from several sides. Jack could only watch as the fire devours what has been invested so much work and soul. At dawn, when everything that could burn in a fire, he calmly said: "Tomorrow will begin to build again." But the house was not destined to reappear on the scene of the ashes in this night, something burned in his heart. Forever.
However, this year was one of the most fruitful in his work. At this time were written some of his best novels "John barley corn" and "valley of the moon", but gradually the gloom more and more filled the soul of the writer. As always, the work helped him. At this time London wrote probably the most unusual novel, "an Interstellar wanderer". Imbued with a deep compassion for the man, thin and musical, makes you live no matter what. To fight and always come out the winner. (Those for whom the word "depression" is not an empty phrase are urged to read this novel).
Increasingly come the bouts of despair, when his great will and love for life completely it leave. It was a lot to drink. Just a year ago, returning on the steamer Cape horn from the East, he took with him to the journey in addition to thousands of books and pamphlets that he had to deal with forty gallons of whiskey. "When we pristane in Seattle, or read a thousand books, or disappear these forty gallons." At the end of the journey, all the books were read, and the whiskey remained untouched. But now everything has changed: the whiskey was necessary in order to kill time. It seemed, went all – youth, health, and clarity. The disease forced him to get drunk, to forget, but in the morning he wakes up and starts all over again.
Jack was more and more disappointed in the people who surrounded him. The failure continued to haunt him – suddenly turned out to be unnecessary 140 000 eucalyptus trees, which had twenty years to bring a fortune – the interest in Circassian walnut disappeared. Collapsed and other initiatives related to agriculture have strained relationship with her daughter. All his life he had difficulties, but easily overcame them, they even gave him joy, giving life a certain flavor. But he is tired of life.
For the maintenance of the ranch required money and big money. To do this he had to write, you have to give your daily portion of a thousand words. Previously, he wrote, because I couldn't not write, now it has become a heavy burden. "The need – that's what makes me write. Need. Otherwise, I never would have written a single line. So that's that". He disappeared into the walls of his office, reading a distressed and angry letters of his last novel "the Mistress of a small house" was dissatisfied with both critics and loyal readers. There was fear. Fear of going crazy. Brain was exhausted and could not stand the exhausting work but he was forced to write every day. He was afraid to go crazy and prayed to the daughter of the stepfather, Eloise: "If I lose my mind, promise me you won't send me to the hospital. Promise".
London knew what had driven themselves into a corner and tried to regain the indefatigable will to live, which always blazed in his eyes. In the hope that the sun will cure his black depression, in July 1916 Jack and I went to Hawaii. But all was in vain - nothing helped. It only remained to drink, drink and drink. When he returned, friends did not recognize him – he's grown fat, his face swollen, his eyes went out. He always had a boyish appearance, looked much older than his years.
Before leaving, he wrote two great story "the Argonauts in the old days" of Alaska and Princess is on the Way in which he always believed, which again brought him to the years when it was still ahead. On the night of November 22, 1916, Jack had committed suicide. Morning found him on the porch in a dead faint. Nearby lay two empty vials of morphine and atropine and a notebook, all scribbled numbers – computing with a lethal dose of poison. Doctors struggled for his life, and about seven in the evening he was gone.
His body was cremated and the urn with the ashes buried in the place where Jack wanted in the labor and glory to spend the second half of his life on a high and picturesque hill Ranch Beauty. He found peace, which had in life. Forever. So that's that.
William Styron (1925 – 1996)
- famous American novelist. For 40 (!!!) years William abused alcohol drinking for him was, in his words, "daily washing in the mood". At the age of 60 years for Styron suddenly appeared perfect alcohol intolerance, and just one SIP of wine caused nausea, a state of stupefaction. Without a daily serving of alcohol, the Styron began to develop severe depression, and mood in six months, has deteriorated so much that there were thoughts about suicide. In 1990 released his "darkness Visible," which vividly described his struggle with depression.
Source http://www.rodichenkov.ru/Psycho/depression/<