Opinion: What calls to boycott ‘The Woman King’ are really saying about you
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A few years ago, I was in the throes of a massive bout of depression. I was so, so sad. There were days when I didn’t go to work and lay in bed with my laptop. My mind wandered from one thought, one obsession, to the next. And when I finally got out and tried to face reality, it was a very long way from being cheerful.
Over the summer, I worked with a great therapist. He sat with me on many days and he gave me many tools to deal with my depression. And every time, I looked at him and thanked him. Because my depression was just a distraction. The real problem was anger. I was furious at how unjust my life was and how unfair the world was to me. I could have gotten angry at the world and the people in it but I didn’t. It seemed to me then that anger toward my life and myself was a natural impulse. It just wasn’t something I’d had the courage to say or do before. Because of my depression, I never could muster that energy.
Now, it’s more than a year since that first therapist visit. My head is clearer. I have more energy. I have worked hard to get back on track by writing more, taking in more friends and going to more movies. One thing is clear. I am no longer depressed. I am angry. And that anger is about so much more than my depression.
This anger doesn’t stem from an outside source. It’s a deep-seated part of me. Some of it is the result of the things I read and hear from people on a daily basis, especially my friends and family.
