Victor Ciutacu reacted, on Wednesday evening, on Facebook, after, in the show he moderates, he opened the case of the journalist from Libertatea who died at only 32 years old. The TV producer asked rhetorically if the young woman, who told about her health problems, should have been allowed to write investigations that could have harmed people.
“And they got inflamed. They spilled out the guts of fb. The truth hurts. Shit must be hidden quickly under the press. When someone puts a mirror in front of them, the glass breaks. It’s a shame that a young and talented man died to have a reason let the creatures come out of their burrows and vomit hatred.
Don’t believe the fake tears of impostors. Yes, the noise covers the cruel reality. That girl tormented by the disease was used and thrown away like a disposable handkerchief. May God rest her and keep her with him, there, away from these pestilential damages,” he wrote Victor Ciutacu on facebook.
The journalist was talking about the struggle with depression
In the last post on Facebook, the young woman talked about her struggle with depression.
“Sometimes I count the “good” days on my fingers. The days when I feel good, I work well, I am well. On the sites I read, forums about all kinds of pills, people write: “Don’t give up, you will find the right antidepressant.”
It’s hard not to give up. Fifth – or sixth? – antidepressant in less than four years comes with new hopes and, so far, zero adverse effects.
But I sit and wonder if I’m preparing for a new disappointment, a placebo effect, who knows?
I sit and think how bizarre it is that my whole life depends on a few tens of milligrams of a substance I’ve barely heard of. And when I say my whole life, it’s no exaggeration.
I’ve reached the point where I’m ashamed to talk about depression or to invoke it, to the point where I don’t understand what’s wrong anymore and I can’t function anymore. “Like before,” my brain whispers. Or at least like on a certain day, from a past that keeps receding.
I have come to hate the very term “depression”. I often deny it, lie to myself, listen to music, do anything to change this state. And she rarely changed.
“Don’t give up, this antidepressant has changed my life,” someone wrote about the substance I’ve been taking for a few days now.
I’ve been waiting, waiting for four years to be passionate about something again. To feel no weight, whatever I do. A weight so difficult to describe in words.
“You’ll like this pill, it also helps with concentration, it’s also for anxiety,” my doctor told me.
I want to like it. Help me”. To wake up smiling, like “before”. To put a little passion in what I do, at least a little. At least from time to time, to stop hiding behind a state that doesn’t want to go away.
He doesn’t want, and peace.
“Don’t give up, this pill has given me back the pleasure of living”.
I read all the forums, in my free time, and I want to believe them. To believe that there is pleasure again, even from a pill.
But, to hell with all that, today was a good day, placebo or not,” said the young woman on Facebook, on April 10.
Professional path
“In her 11 years of work, she worked at Adevărul, PressOne, Recorder, Gândul and Libertatea. It started with texts from the political sphere at Adevărul. The first, on September 19, 2012, from foreign policy. Related to the acts of torture in the Georgian prison Gldani, which sparked serious protests in Georgia. He then moved on to PressOne, where in 2015 he discovered who the woman in the blue dress was. Izabela Odor, the researcher taken by the miners on March 14, 1990. Immediately after she turned 28, Iulia arrived at the Recorder. Here, he did not forgive anyone at the election rallies. Neither the red paradise from Cacâna, nor the nothingness in the yellow variant, nor your “mother of dreams” USR-PLUS. He moved to Libertatea in the first week of the COVID-19 state of emergency, in March 2020. And he went from investigating pandemic purchases to over-the-top vaccinations and the topic of the war in Ukraine. That’s how he saw the majesty of the Tatra mountains, which he photographed through the window stained by a Bucharest-Presov road. He then posted the image on social media. Here, Iulia had another dialogue with her public, apart from the newspaper, informative one. He spoke openly about the struggle with depression, which he faced for years,” writes Libertatea.
