Depression is the ultimate thief. Today, I woke up to the sad news of the death of Chris Cornell. You may have heard of this talented musician. His career spanned over 30 years, he had an almost 4 octave voice, could switch musical genres without effort, was the frontman of Soundgarden, Audioslave, and had a number of solo projects, to include the song for Casino Royale. He ran a charity with his wife to help vulnerable children, had a restaurant in Paris, and was pursuing other projects. He had beaten addiction years ago. He had a wife he adored, and three beautiful children.
This sounds like the absolute dream – a career you love, a great family, and friends, interesting opportunities, and no financial worries. What people may not know is that Chris Cornell suffered with severe depression and anxiety throughout his life. This depression ultimately is what killed him. It robbed him of the joy in his life, made him blind to what he had, deaf to those who told him, and numb to the sweet sensations life had to offer. He committed suicide after giving a fantastic performance, surrounded by friends, and fans. In that dark hour, he made a terrible choice to believe the lies of depression, as it stole his life. This is why I call depression the ultimate thief.