Why Maralyn Monroe Died
What about Maralyn? I wonder if it has become clear why she killed herself. I must confess, the answer only dawned on me after I had been through the same experience.
Consider how people would react to you if you were attractive, rich and had friends in high places. As an attractive woman, men would have been drawn to her by her overt sexual allure. So…the men who came into her life often wanted to take sex from her – they wanted to gain from her beauty – it pleased them. Or maybe they’d want to be seen with her for the kudos associated with her. To be seen with Maralyn – a boast to their mates that they had shagged a legend. From her perspective, as an ordinary person in her centre, this pattern would have repeated itself over and over. Being treated as an item – being used, with little consideration for her feelings. And her never ending smile only served to portray the illusion that everything was ok inside her, whereas really she was sad. But looking sad wasn’t her job. She made a living from pretending to be the happy sexy woman. Going against the grain of what her real feelings were inside was bound to come crashing down eventually.
So men took from her.
What about the other half of the world’s population? Women weren’t going to take, maybe they’d be more considerate towards her feelings – other women would understand the risks of being used by the opposite sex perhaps? But then, if you were a woman, would you want Maralyn Monroe to be introduced to your man? Not likely. Too great a risk of having your man stolen away, so it would have been far more likely that women would have shunned Maralyn, as she too easily made other women feel insecure. So, my guess is she had few genuine female friends either. Men, and women – pretty much makes up everyone. So who was actually looking behind the illusion she created to ask her how she felt inside? Nobody. She wasn’t receiving enough love. Understanding, empathy, someone wanting to be with her because she was really just a normal vulnerable person inside, just like the rest of us.
Love is the answer. Eventually, her lack of receiving love overwhelmed her, and her depression and isolation drove her to suicide. I feel for her. I would love to have had the privilege of loving such a woman, and rescuing from her sadness.
That’s how it is so often with people driven to depression. It takes so little effort to rescue people. A little watchful eye on a lonely person, asking how somebody’s doing, maybe dropping by. And so often it is the people who appear to be outgoing and confident who are actually just trying to survive though their sadnesses and need to receive love. Just a small “how are you?” to save a person’s life. Life is cheap, when you look at it like that. No massive expense forked out to find a medical miracle cure for depression. People just need to learn how to give a tiny bit more love than we do at present. It’s a cure and it’s free. It means getting off the sofa for a few minutes, or lifting a phone.