Louis C.K. on the pain of always being “the one who copes”

Love Louis? I’d be surprised if you didn’t. He’s humanely and humanly funny. By which I mean, he plants the basics of life in front of us and does little more than tickle us with our own absurdity. And pain. And reality.

Here's how I cope... I head bush.
Here’s how I cope… I head bush.

I trawled through some interviews with him recently, to learn more about The Guy Himself. I discovered he was as raw and ugly and normal as I wanted him to be.

He shared his experience of a rough patch and his struggles with life in general (PS, make sure you consider the below quote in the context in which I flesh it out here):

“It never stopped getting worse. I remember thinking, This is too much for me to handle. I wanted to give up. I knew it was my right to. But then a few minutes would go by and I’d realize, I’m still here…

“There was no escape from it. And I’d be a little disappointed at not being truly suicidal. I hated being ‘all right.'” 

I have to be careful here. I’m not wanting to gloss over his – or anyone’s – experience with suicide.
I’d like to, if I can, focus on that last bit – that being “all right” was a hard experience in itself.

When I was in my twenties, I felt the same. I was struggling terribly with life and, yet, I kept on coping.

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