The F*cked Up Psyches Of Kid Cudi & LC

So, while I don’t often divulge information about myself, the latest news about Kid Cudi has inspired me to open up. Honestly, any time I hear stories about depression and/or suicide, it hits close to home for me. With that being said, I’m glad to see Cudi be proactive about his mental health. Ultimately, I just wish more of us in the Black community will do the same.

Now, reports came out earlier this week about Cudi checking himself into rehab. Going further, he cited depression and suicidal thoughts as the catalyst for this move. This particular story came on the heels of him lashing out at Kanye West and Drake, in conjunction with reports about the threats he made to his daughter’s mother. While I originally joked about the rap beef portion of all of this, it’s clear now that Cudi is truly having issues at the moment. At this point, I feel like someone such as myself should’ve seen the signs.

To be clear, I’m personalizing this because I understand what Kid Cudi is feeling. While our lives may be very different, the mentality is not. Keeping it 100, I suffer from clinical depression. In addition, when I’m at my low points, I also have issues with alcohol. Unfortunately, I’ve used booze as a coping mechanism for my mental state at various times. To be truthful, I’ve had two really dark patches in my life: my junior year of college and the first year of my oldest son’s life. During the former time period, I was dealing with family (daddy) issues, living conditions back home, failing a couple of subjects and being at odds with my former girlfriend. During the latter time period, I was unhappy with my career, struggling as a new dad and at odds with my then-girlfriend/now-fiancée. In both scenarios, I was a very destructive human being. While the people around me loved me, they couldn’t necessarily help me out of my despair.

To that end, I don’t think the Black community talks enough about mental health. Until this day, I don’t believe my mother even believes I suffer from depression. I mean, damn what the doctors say, right? Honestly, I’ve heard the phrase “man up” from more people than I’d like to admit. With everything Black people have to deal with in this country, we don’t give each other the space to not be ok. Fuck it, though, man. Sometimes we are NOT ok. No one should ever be afraid to admit that. The only way to truly improve a situation is to first acknowledge that it even exists. So, hats off to Kid Cudi for doing that. I’d much rather him take this action than spiral out of control. He’s way too young to implode.

In the end, I want everyone reading this to be honest with themselves. I want everyone to ask themselves “am I alright?” If the answer is no, there’s no need to panic. There are therapists to talk to and medicine to take, only if necessary. Ultimately, the sooner we all know how we’re really doing, the sooner we can figure out where we’re really going. Good day.

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2 responses to “The F*cked Up Psyches Of Kid Cudi & LC

  1. Pingback: New Music Fridays: LC ‘All On Me’ | I Can't Be Famous

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