I've had a good amount of pain in my life, but so far I've been very fortunate that I've figured out ways to beat it. Food and caffeine were my addictions, not alcohol (food isn't anymore, but caffeine still is). Everyone has their thing.
When I heard that David Cassidy was struggling with signs of dementia, and I knew he was also struggling with alcoholism, I couldn't help wondering if part of it is related to mild encephalopathy. I immediately thought, how can I get in touch with someone in his family, and see if I can get someone to give him the detox water my husband uses? There's got to be a way to save him!!
But after watching a couple of interviews, I realize... I think he wants to be with his Mom, who died a few years beforehand. I wish there was a way to save everyone, and for the people who truly do want to live, I think life is absolutely worth fighting for. But I there are some people who just want to go to sleep, and pass on to the next life. Because they're carrying around such a huge bucket of pain, it's like a heavy backpack they feel like they can never get rid of.
One of the things that seems to lead to alcoholism, more than anything, is repression. And I imagine David Cassidy felt a lot of that during his lifetime, because he got put into this category of being a teenage heart-throb, who was expected to always be smiling and singing fluffy pop songs, when his musical tastes were very, very different.
He says in this interview, that was difficult to deal with (basically) the fact that the public had an image of him that was very different from how he felt, inside. There was a tremendous amount of pressure on him. Everyone saw him as being "Keith Partridge." Basically, he felt like he couldn't be himself.
I have to say, it's hard to live life when people have really high expectations of you, and you get judged based on a perception people may have of you, whether it's true or not. I sometimes feel bad for children of celebrities, because they get judged, based on a public perception of them. That's got to suck. I always imagine that, if I ever won the lottery, I would only want to accept it if I could remain anonymous, because once everyone found out, there would be really high expectations and judgments about you - constantly. How can you be happy like that??
Depression and repression are like a heavy backpack you feel like nobody else can carry for you. I wish I could help carry David Cassidy's backpack. I really enjoyed watching him as Keith on the Partridge family, when I was a little girl. Why does everything have to get so much harder and more complicated, as we get older? I really hope that he'll find happiness, whether it's on this side or the other side. I appreciate how Keith Partridge lit up our television screens in the 70s. I think we're all here to be able to spread a little sunshine where we can, and David Cassidy has certainly done that for many of us.