When Sinead O’Connor got married to drug counselor Barry Herridge in Las Vegas, things got off to a pretty poor start. Sinead immediately took her new husband to the hood to buy drugs. Suffice it to say they separated 18 days later. They then remarried.
Life hasn’t improved for Sinead O’Connor.
This weekend Sinead O’Connor booked herself into a hotel. After being shown to her room the troubled singer sat on the bed, opened her lap top and began a 450 word post which she then uploaded to her Facebook page.
Here’s a snippet:
I have taken an overdose. There is no other way to get respect.
I am not at home, I’m at a hotel, somewhere in Ireland, under another name.
I need a new home. And a new job. A new life … Music is over for me. Music did this. It rendered me invisible. Murdered my soul. I’m never going back to music.
I have lost everything, my job, my home, my sons, my womb, my eldest kids, my identity. I cannot eat Christmas dinner with these people ever again.
I have been pushed into a corner that somehow hasn’t killed me yet. I have no family. No home. No job.
There is only so much any woman can be expected to bear. Howling crying for weeks.
If I wasn’t posting this, my kids and family wouldn’t even find out. I could have been dead here for weeks already and they’d never have known.
I’m such a rotten horrible mother and person, that I’ve been alone.
Actually Sinead O’Connor is alive and well, she didn’t kill herself so I don’t know why the newspapers are calling it an “apparent suicide note”.
No. It was a cry for help.
Here’s what happened next.
As thousands of people saw Sinead O’Connor’s desperation social media did what it does best. It sent Sinead’s desperate cries for help everywhere. It went viral. When the local police saw it they sprang into action. They have now confirmed they found Sinead and that she is currently in a hospital being given medical assistance.
In the past the mother-of-four has spoken openly about her mental health issues. Apparently she suffers from bipolar disorder and has been hospitalised several times.
I don’t know exactly what bipolar feels like but I know her suffering is hugely painful. My heart goes out to her. Poor woman.
Note for hoteliers. Take Death by Chocolate off the menu!