Lady GaGa is a bit of an enigma – or at least that’s what she’d hope you think of her – and seems to be all over the place most of the time. She’s battled lots of demons in her life, including eating disorders and severe depression, so it should be no surprise that they occasionally make reappearances and tend to take over her psyche. One of those times was apparently the end of this past year, when she got so depressed that she didn’t think she’d live.
From Harper’s Bazaar:
I became very depressed at the end of 2013. I was exhausted fighting people off. I couldn’t even feel my own heartbeat. I was angry, cynical, and had this deep sadness like an anchor dragging everywhere I go. I just didn’t feel like fighting anymore. I didn’t feel like standing up for myself one more time—to one more person who lied to me.
But January 1, I woke up, started crying again, and I looked in the mirror and said, “I know you don’t want to fight. I know you think you can’t, but you’ve done this before. I know it hurts, but you won’t survive this depression.” I really felt like I was dying—my light completely out. I said to myself, “Whatever is left in there, even just one light molecule, you will find it and make it multiply. You have to for you. You have to for your music. You have to for your fans and your family.” Depression doesn’t take away your talents—it just makes them harder to find. But I always find it. I learned that my sadness never destroyed what was great about me. You just have to go back to that greatness, find that one little light that’s left. I’m lucky I found one little glimmer stored away.
It’s very difficult for me to take Lady GaGa seriously with this shit because she’s literally had the most privileged life ever. She grew up in an upper class family in NYC and was famous by the time she was in hear early 20s (with production and songwriting deals prior to that, if I remember correctly). I’m not saying she hasn’t worked hard for what she has, but I am saying that part of me feels like she relies on this tortured soul routine for her “art”. On the other hand, it’s colossally unfair to assume that because someone has had money, that they can’t suffer from depression – which is largely chemical in addition to circumstantial, so I dunno. Clearly she felt depressed and now she’s better, so uh… that’s good, right?
GaGa also spoke about how she wants to stand up for herself more against those who are out to fuck her over, saying:
Sometimes I get this gut feeling about people—maybe I sense a hidden agenda or that they care for the money more than the message. I wish that I’d listen to that feeling instead of waiting for the truth to rear its ugly head. I’m a smart girl. I’m loyal. But sometimes I’m too loyal. I’m not loyal enough to myself.
Well, there ya go. You should never feel bad about cutting anyone out of your life who isn’t worth being there, girl. I’m with you on that. I just sorta wish you’d stop doing naked photoshoots with your legs wide open and some stupid object covering your modesty. It’s getting a little old.
She sounds like a miserable, bi-polar drama queen. I was going to use a word that rhymed with witch but I don’t want to drive her to suicide if she reads these words. Can we all forget she ever lived now? Enough, already.
Not sticking up for this bitch, but I come from a family with money and I can assure you that not all parents share the wealth. Sure, they bought me things I needed and never have I had to go without.. but they also never just handed me cash or filled a bank account with it. I just got what I needed and some things that I wanted, more than my friends and even to this day they are generous with expensive gifts. Biggest thing was a Mercedes and most recently a house (the deal benefitted them, as well, for certain reasons). But I don’t just get money straight out, so I’m not rich myself. Maybe it was the same with her, but it’s certainly not now. She makes more money than her parents do now, most likely. Money isn’t the answer to everything, but boy does it make getting through those problems so much easier. Also, just because someone has these things doesn’t mean other areas in life are perfect. You can’t buy love, friends, honesty, respect, kindness, intelligence, happiness, social skills, good looks (plastic surgery only fixes problems, like a crooked nose or bigger breasts, you can’t become beautiful or buy facial beauty. You just end up looking like MJackson), the ability to be a good listener or to be generous, helpful, or talent. All of these thing must be earned through years of hardships and experience. You can’t buy them and they are the most important things in life. They can make you or break you. If you have no talents or skills, friends or a love life, I’m sure it can get depressing. Just because you have a home to go to each night doesn’t mean you aren’t lonely or sad be ause you have social awkwardness or anxiety. I’m lucky to have been brought up without much money early in life so I learned the essential skills to be a normal human being and not a selfish brat like some rich families produce.
Let me rephrase that, they did share their wealth, just not in the form of tons of cash, like some people believe. They tend to think just because your parents have money that your bank account is filled and you get whatever you want. But this is not the case all of the time. I don’t ask for things (aside from help here and there), for instance. So I am not rich myself.
You should listen to yourself. Omg. You don’t have any clue as to how you come off….
someone should have given her a litlle push then
Privileged people can suffer from illness just as non-privileged people can. Depression is an illness. It knows no class, sex, age bounds, as you point out.
You seem to take a very negative attitude towards her. Would you say to someone who was in remission from cancer, “Clearly she [had cancer] and now she’s better, so uh… that’s good, right?” I think not. This attitude towards mental health issues is what keeps it stigmatized.
Everything she says is attention-seeking, self-serving & smacks of utter bullshit. World’s. Biggest. Poser.
Are we really supposed to believe she’s crying herself to sleep in Donatella Versace’s house, wishing she was dead? Sounds like some bad coke, to me.
Exactly!