Walking Through Depression With Frightened Rabbit by Tyler Huckabee

When news hit on Wednesday that Scott Hutchison had gone missing, it was hard not to fear the worst. The lead singer of Scottish indie-rock outfit Frightened Rabbit was described by bandmates as being in a “fragile state” and “not making the best decisions for himself right now.” This was more or less confirmed by Hutchison’s own tweets, which were characteristically vulnerable and poetic but, given the circumstances, were also concerning. “Be so good to everyone you love,” he tweeted. “It’s not a given. I’m so annoyed that it’s not. I didn’t live by that standard and it kills me. Please, hug your loved ones.”

And then, about 20 minutes later, he tweeted, “I’m away now. Thanks.” Those would be the closest thing we’ll have to his last words. Hutchison’s body was found by police in Port Edgar near South Queensberry.

It’s a tragic end for a songwriter who had spent his career deftly airing his own battles with depression and anxiety.

He has referenced suicidal thoughts in a number of lyrics—most notably in the lovely, haunting “Floating in the Forth,” where he sang ‘Take your life, give it a shake / Gather up all your loose change / Think I’ll save suicide for another day.” In the context of the song, it felt triumphant—like transcending over the temptation to self-harm. Now, it just feels sadly prescient.

I was introduced to Frightened Rabbit the way I found most bands in my 20s: a relationship. A girl I was seeing dropped “Modern Leper” and “Good Arms vs Bad Arms” on a mix, and I was hooked.

It was 2008, peak era for sad bearded white boy rock, but Frightened Rabbit transcended the stereotype by virtue of really, really good songs. Hutchison had a deft ear for getting to the bottom of his sorrow. While his peers tended to level their grievances at external problems like women and well, mostly women, Hutchison was more interested in getting to the root of his own emotional health. Even in the excellent breakup song “My Backwards Walk,” he kept the attention on his own complicity. “I’m working on my faults and cracks / Filling in the blanks and gaps.”

Hutchison wasn’t in a healthy place, and he wasn’t pretending that he was.

I could not say the same for myself at the time. 2008 marked my first real brush with depression, though this wasn’t clear to me until much later. At the time, all I knew was that I was stressed, emotionally distant and since none of the things that usually made me happy seemed to help. I was turning to other, less healthy coping mechanisms. I blamed everything: my job, my financial state, girls (again, mostly girls) for what I was feeling. Or, more accurately, wasn’t feeling.

I had in my mind this idea that depression was a feeling of constant sadness—spending every waking moment like the person in an infomercial before they buy the thing that makes it all better. Perhaps that’s what it’s like for some people but my own depression tends towards a yawning absence of feeling. I wake up, I go outside, the sun is shining, my dog is nuzzling my knee, the coffee pot is burbling happily and try as I might, I don’t feel a thing about any of it. The red meat of my insides feel like stone, unmoving and unresponsive. The whole of the world just looks and feels gray. As Hutchison sings in “Poke”: “Why can’t I cry about this?” You don’t feel like you’re wrestling with inner demons. You don’t feel like there’s much of anything going on inside of you at all.

Depression is isolation and isolation is loneliness.

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Source: Relevant Magazine

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