Let me tell you a story about a family member of mine. We will call him "TJ," because I want to protect his privacy and because I've always wanted to know a TJ. TJ was a quirky child, but not so quirky as other members of our family. He was bright and active. He was a striver and a hardworker who merely dreamed of entering the American middle class and having a family. He went to a college, got a degree, got a decent-paying job. He moved out on his own. Immediately around this time--in his early 20s--TJ's drinking increased. He began doing drugs--weed and mushrooms. He became difficult to work with and he drove erratically. He began hanging out with people he shouldn't have. To all of us, he seemed to have had a drug and alcohol problem--that would be the logical conclusion. The simpler conclusion is normally the correct one.
In a period of a few months around 2001-2002, his behavior spun completely out of control. He lost his job, lost his car--and it was impossible to get an explanation out of him as to how exactly he lost his job and car. He cashed in his 401K--to buy more drugs and booze. He became difficult to talk to, even when he was sober. For another decade, he drifted between a meatpacking plant in Nebraska, a cult and group housing. Eventually his father did intercede--enough to get him his own place and a medication schedule that he would both accept and calm him down if not necessarily make him "better."
Now TJ has a home, but he spends his days drinking beer and watching TV. He likes football. He has no chance of getting another job because he is so non-personable. Sometimes he gets so drunk that he shits himself. He has more friends than me.
We were all entertained by Amanda Bynes downfall at first, namely when she announced that she was quitting acting, the one thing that she had clearly excelled out. She had acted her entire life, without exaggeration: She started doing stand-up as a child, before transitioning to the Nick network, then the WB. She did mediocre teen movies that nonetheless made money, and she could've made many more if she wanted to. Her Twitter feed became erratic--with her desire to be vaginally murdered by Drake and her use of "ugly" as catchall to describe anyone whom she didn't like. She pierced her face. (There's no better sign that you don't want to return to acting than
piercing your face.) Then it became apparent to those of us who know anything about psychiatry that there was suddenly something wrong with her. Suddenly it became less funny. You didn't need to know her personally or have a psychiatric background to know that there was a mental issue in play here--but I knew long before. She was a "good girl" throughout her youth, then she became acting completely bizarre in her early 20s. (Lindsay Lohan: not crazy.)
In recent months, Bynes' parents had refused to acknowledge their daughter's psychiatric problems--she's doing fine. She's just a brat. She smokes too much weed. Her stint at one of the FIDM recently ended on account of her belligerence and apparent paying other students to do her assignments. The now infamous YouTube clip of her shopping certainly cleared a few things up for them--and the world--and she's now been pressed into rehab for possible schizophrenia and bipolar.
It is fortunate that Bynes has the resources to receive help--even if that help is commitment to a hospital. There is no cure, and there probably never will be.
