Frightened Rabbit - Painting of a Panic Attack (2016) Album • Page 19

don't be sorry, knowing he said something on Twitter makes it even more egregious and people should know

 

Love this

 

Pretty much all of their covers are fun and hilarious, but this is my favourite.

 

I never personally knew Scott but he had a magic about him. Through his music, and his presence live, he made you feel like a friend. His music has allowed me to connect, and reconnect, with so many people in my life. The Midnight Organ Fight was the first Scottish record I loved and hold it in the highest regard. ‘Poke’ means the world to me. It is deeply Scottish, dark, humorous and heartbreaking. Thoughts go out to his family who need it most right now. The most difficult thing is that Scott is one of the most candid musicians about his struggles both in song and in any interviews/live. This disease has still resulted in this despite that. We need to do more. RIP Scott

 

as someone who battles bipolar disorder and severe depression on a day to day basis, its incredibly terrifying to know that the chemicals in my head could coalesce in such a way that i could convince myself to end it all at the drop of a hat. sometimes its as simple as a comment on this site, hell i still feel like ive ruined a lot of my friendships on here the last few weeks and that really bums me the fuck out, and then something like this just further proves to me that i probably wont win this battle in the long run. if Scott couldnt, how could i? idk. i know this is dramatic and comes across as very self centered but i cant imagine how heartbroken his family and friends must be. Frightened Rabbit has been a pretty big part of my life since about 2010 or so, hell @Jason Tate praising Pedestrian Verse in 2013 is what REALLY made me sink my teeth into them. i cant believe this has happened. i tried not to cry at work but i kinda had to, it just hit me all at once. im rambling now and im real sorry about that.

i love you all, im sorry this isnt a more hopeful post but Scotts music means a lot to me and his presence will be sorely missed and i hope if any of you need anything or need any help youll call the numbers posted above or hell slide into my DMs if you want.

 

fuck this sucks

 

I used to call him Scott *Hutchinson* for the longest time because that's a much more common surname and it took me ages to get 'Hutchison' right. I see people doing it on here today and I'm like 'yeah, see? it's a bastard to get right innit?' damn it all.

 

It’s not self centered. I have panic disorder and the thought kind of runs through my head like “is this where I’m going” even though I’m in a really good place, and don’t even have depression. It’s certainly a human reaction to what’s happening. But, in reality every case is different and it’s about finding what treatments and groups of treatments work best for you.

 

i think all of us who suffer from these things feel the same. whenever i see news of a death like this i cant help but think of how easily it could've been me. and someday still could be me. its hard for all of us and im glad we have this site to come together and talk about scott and how we're all feeling after the news.

 

i love life and being alive but sometimes that overpowering feeling of just wanting all the pain to just end becomes so overwhelming you feel like death is the only way to ever feel normal. i cant begin to properly express how dark of a place depression can take you. take care of yourselves and each other. i know it feels right to post that people struggling should reach out and look for help, and those posts can be helpful. but try and remember what its like being in that spot. the last thing i want to do when im at my lowest is reach out to anyone. reach out to your friends unprompted just to check up on them. make sure your loved ones are okay. a little comment or inquiry into how someone's doing can go a long, long way.

 

Just another thing I want to put out there, I put off meds for 7 years dealing with infrequent panic attacks, and it snowballed into a massive one that made me realize it’s time for some more help. Get help, talk to people, be open, and don’t waste time like I did fearful of the “stigma” of meds. I’m a biologist for fuck sake, it’s just biochemistry, but it’s really hard to analyze things when it’s ourselves.

 

Devastated. One my favorite bands. Saw them live three times and each time Scott was so incredibly warm, humble, relatable, and really genuinely funny. What a huge loss.

 

Mastersystem on full blast all day.

 

please do this. depression makes you feel worthless, the last thing i want to do when i'm struggling is burden others with how i'm feeling.

 

And sometimes literally doing anything, even basic daily functions, can seem like scaling an impossible mountain.

It sucks.

 

amen to all of this!

(apologies for the length of this....)

for me personally, i've dealt with various levels of depression for most of my life, and i am generally the last person who wants to talk about it with family or friends. hell, i don't like talking about myself, period. it wasn't until just a couple months ago that i decided to start seeing a therapist every week, and that has really helped me greatly with my struggles/feelings/thoughts/etc.

it's so easy for people to say, "if you ever need to talk, i'm here", but having been on the other end of that for many, many years, it's always been much easier for me to just say, "don't worry, i'm fine" than actually talking to someone who reached out and offered to listen.

if your insurance covers it, i HIGHLY suggest that EVERYBODY see a therapist, even if you don't feel a great need to. even if you go once a month instead of weekly like i do, i really think everyone can benefit from it.

and i know it's much easier to tell yourself "i don't need a therapist. i can handle my problems on my own." but really, there's nothing wrong with going to a therapist. i know people who obviously need help, but they refuse to go to a therapist because they think that only "weak people" get therapy. they're there to help you, not embarrass you. and hell, only my girlfriend and one of my friends knows i've been seeing a therapist the last couple months. even my best friends and my family don't know. you don't have to wear a shirt that says "i have a therapist." it's a personal thing, and it can stay that way very easily, if you have concerns about that.

my last part of this super long rant: if you decide to start seeing a therapist, make sure you find the right one for you, and don't give up after meeting with a few if you don't feel a connection with the person. it took me having initial meetings with five different ones before i found the therapist that i wanted. the right match for you is out there, so be patient.

sorry for the post being soooo long, but i really think it's important to believe and understand that it's okay to ask for professional help. and like i said, even if you don't need therapy, i'd still suggest looking for someone.

 

What's tough is that I know there's no reason for me not to see a therapist, but I find it near impossible to care enough to make myself go. I can't be bothered to care about my well being in general.

 

I woke up this morning, got out of bed to get my phone and my girlfriend had grabbed hers before mine and she says: “Troy, he’s dead.” I’ve felt an overwhelming amount of emotions about this today. I was a fan of the band but I was by no means one of their biggest fans. I enjoyed their albums and always thought his writing was brutally honestly and he wore his heart on his sleeve. I appreciated that and always thought the music was really fucking good. I just hope he knows how much his music meant to so many people and how much he helped so many people.

I’ll never forget two years ago they played a free “secret” radio show for 91.3 The Summit subscribers. I had no idea about it until a few hours before hand, so I sent a few e-Mails and ended up getting us in. Two of my good friends, who are brothers where there when my girlfriend and I showed up, sitting crossed legged on the floor (it was a music diner type of place) right in the front of him and the sheer joy they had was unmatched. I told then today I’ll never forget that. That show was just incredible, it was semi-stripped, it was only the second time I saw them but it was the best. They even said it was. After the show we got to hello to them outback. Scott was warm and friendly. He will truly be missed.

I’ve been just playing the discography over and over all day, fighting back tears. Depression is such a terrible and sad thing. I hope you’ve found the peace you deserve and need, Scott. Thank you for the music. Rest well.

 

So many great and necessary posts in this thread. I got mad love for y'all. Love this place.

 

Echoing the statement above - was just about to say the same thing. I hate that this happened. I hate that so many suffer in this way. But I am glad to see people being open and honest here. Some days are hard - today has been a very hard one for me for a multitude of reasons I can't explain. But it's good to see so much honesty here despite the pain involved.

 

it was definitely hard for me to take that step. but after the first couple sessions, i realized that it was really helping and i liked the way i felt leaving his office. just getting that weight off my shoulders, verbalizing my feelings and struggles to someone who doesn't know me personally enough to have any sort of judgement or anything, it made it easy for me to just start spewing everything out that i've been keeping inside for years and years.

there's some weeks recently where i've been like "i have nothing to talk about... i should just cancel my appointment this week" but i go anyway, because i know myself and i know i'll use that as an excuse again and again. so i haven't missed a single session since i started. even on the days where i have nothing on my mind to talk about, we always end up talking about stuff, and i leave feeling grateful that i didn't cancel and i give myself a pat on the back for sticking with it.

 

I think one of the hardest aspects of therapy is finding the right one for you. I've been to a few and while they are all qualified, my current one definitely connects with me more. He brings in a big eastern influence, we read Taoist and Buddhist excerpts, practice breathing and mindfulness, etc all really powerful tools for me. Granted this is from an anxiety lens and not depression, but I think the notion of finding the RIGHT therapist can be lost in finding A therapist.

 

Finally got around to reading the Rank Your Albums from him after planning to earlier in the week and there are so many mind-bogglingly sad passages there now. They’ve never been a band I followed much but hearing the outpouring for him from everyone and knowing what he went through is hitting me really hard today. Thank you all for sharing what he meant to you and your own stories. I hope everyone affected by this can take care of themselves and know they are loved.

 

"I missed the summer/but didnt care/there will always be another/if I make it to next year."

 

fuck no. this song is too much