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Hey, it's me, Keke Palmer. I am an entertainer, sing, dance, act, write, direct, anything I can pretty much get my hands on that's artistic. And I probably realize I started struggling with anxiety and some depression when I was about 15 or 16. And if there's anything I could say to my younger self, it would be that hold out, wait a little longer, live a little bit more And as time goes you going to be able find ways, different things to become more in tune with yourself. To know what your triggers are, what you reacting to and what time. What is it that exactly that putting you in this mood. Is the food that you're eating it. All these different other things, I think you know as a kid dealing with those emotions, it was so hard because. It seemed like it was me. Everything I was blaming was me. I was blaming, it's me, that I'm the problem. And I just, I kept thinking that I had, I kept taking ownership over anxiety and depression as opposed to telling myself this is a, these are things that everybody go through. We all have our trials and errors with different things in our lives and Realize that eventually, you do time. This too shall pass and it's just a moment. Everything is not the end of the world. I think that's the main thing that always induce my anxiety. And definitely, my depression always pushed it so high was me thinking and believing that. This is always gonna be it. I kind of would become attached to that moment or that second or that week or those couple of days that I would let that emotion overwhelm me. And I realized as I got older, I would love to have told it to myself is that just give yourself some time. Be patient with yourself and you'll learn how to cope with these different things. As long as you're able to acknowledge them, As long as you're able to consciously be aware of them, you can move past them. [BLANK_AUDIO]

Last summer was smoldering hot and my ideas were dangerous. The summer was long and I was having my own personal winter inside of the heat of July.

I was depressed.

I lost my job and began to question who I was. My youth felt as if it was going gray, old, and distant. I was 25 and intellectually, I knew this was young, but emotionally the number just didn’t sound as full of time and possibility as other ages. I felt such an intense need to do something, to be someone, that I was often worried into silence and stillness. I would experience chest pains and shortness of breath when I asked myself simple, terrifying questions. “Who am I?” “What will you make of yourself?”

I had anxiety.

My anxiety and depression began to unravel into a space I could not handle, and in my bedroom, in the middle of summer, I was having my own personal war with suicide ideation. Suicide ideation isn’t necessarily the want to kill yourself, but the desire for relief of discomfort of the very real chemical imbalance anxiety and depression can cause in the brain. I was tired of feeling like I was swimming from a shark in honey molasses, so I daydreamed often about not swimming at all.

This spring, the news of Edward Crawford’s suicide stung. Crawford was most iconically pictured throwing a smoking gas canister back to the police in order to keep the children in Ferguson safe during the Mike Brown protests. One movement of resistance and care turned Edward Crawford into a symbol of heroism and modern Black activism. Unfortunately, turning a human into an icon does not allow that human to transcend humanity and all the struggles associated.

Robert Cohen/St. Louis Post-Dispatch via AP

Crawford was a father, a twenty-something like me, and he was trying to make it. Not only was he trying to make it, but he was trying to make it in a sociopolitical climate seemingly hell-bent to make sure that does not happen. We know that Edward Crawford did find relief in parenthood and employment. We know that Crawford was fighting a legal case against the state for that now iconic moment between him and a metaphorical smoking gas canister.

But as information began to surface, so did the subtle idea that suicide was not possible. Even his family and friends, including his father, failed to understand how Crawford could kill himself. They simply could not believe it.

 “I don’t believe it was a suicide,” Crawford’s father told the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. “He was wonderful, great, always in a good mood. He just got a new apartment and was training for a new job.”

That moment immediately returned me back to last summer. I know what it is like to perform sunshine and blossoming flowers as you rot. I know what it feels like to not have your mental health taken sincerely simply because it is not something that Black people do.

Or maybe, it is something Black people do, but not Black people like you.

Edward Crawford was known for his bravery and advocacy around civil rights. And because he became an icon from of this bravery, many in our community cannot see this situation outside of the lens of a state violence conspiracy. But, we also have to consider what we see as brave can also be seen as suicidal. A poor Black man throwing anything towards armed White police officers after watching another Black man die on the street can both be considered both. Often, people doing resistance work are living in a space that’s mentally and physically taxing. This mode of thought can lead people to do things that are heroic, but that may also be birthed in the singular goal of becoming free.

Sometimes, that freedom is called death.

This is not new and this is not un-African. When we imagine Nat Turner as a hero, we must also imagine him as a man who was suicidal because he knew there was no life for him inside the chains of slavery. We know when Margaret Garner removed her child, the state’s property, from this earthly world in 1856 by knife that she understood death differently. In that moment, she was not afraid of dying and she was not afraid of taking the life of her daughter because she suspected whatever was happening on the other side of life was better than slavery. In 1803, the captive Igbo people from modern day Nigeria agreed to chain themselves together, walk into the water, and die to resist chattel slavery in one of the largest mass suicides in America. Suicide will always be considered sad, but should never be assumed to be cowardly. In order to find mental health relief in the Black community, we must complicate our imaginings of death, suicide, and how it manifests in the Black experience.

I am on the verge of a new summer, and thanks to medication, therapy, prayer, meditation, and taking risks on my own happiness, I no longer deal with suicide ideation.

However, I’ll never forget the blazing coldness of being depressed. And I will always consider the weight Black folk carry in dealing with mental illness, as that man who once daydreamed about Black death was me.

It can happen. Now, we must understand how to assist and embrace those without demonizing and dismissing mental health issues.

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