Wil Wheaton hat auf seiner Webseite/Blog einen Artikel gestellt, in dem er darüber spricht, wie seine Depressionen und Angstzustände, die er seit seiner frühen Kindheit hat, sein Leben geprägt haben und dass er Jahrzehnte nicht den Mut hatte, darüber zu sprechen und es als Schwäche denn als Krankheit sah:
Night after night, I’d wake up in absolute terror, and night after night, I’d drag my blankets off my bed, to go to sleep on the floor in my sister’s bedroom, because I was so afraid to be alone.
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When I was thirteen (...) My panic attacks happened daily, and not just when I was asleep. When I tried to reach out to the adults in my life for help, they didn’t take me seriously. When I was on the set of a tv show or commercial, and I was having a hard time breathing because I was so anxious about making a mistake and getting fired? The directors and producers complained to my parents that I was being difficult to work with. When I was so uncomfortable with my haircut or my crooked teeth and didn’t want to pose for teen magazine photos, the publicists told me that I was being ungrateful and trying to sabotage my success. When I couldn’t remember my lines, because I was so anxious about things I can’t even remember now, directors would accuse me of being unprofessional and unprepared. And that’s when my anxiety turned into depression.
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