Luke Sklar: A Walk to Remember

By Michael Landsberg

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On May 12th, 2018 I lost a dear friend to my greatest enemy.

Everyone who knew Luke Sklar knew he was an amazing guy.  Everyone. He and I bonded a few years ago over depression (his and mine). Bonds like that can instantly become deep and meaningful and precious. Luke had been suffering horribly and found comfort in me and #SickNotWeak (as I did in him).

I met him face to face for the first time a block from each of our homes. The Landsbergs and the Sklars live less than 100 meters apart, yet until that day we had never noticed each other. Well, to be honest, if I was saying that to Luke- I would point out to him that he likely would have noticed me because of my massive celebrity.

On that day about two years ago, I saw Luke from a block away.

Luke Sklar had a truthful walk.

You could be fooled by his words, by his handshake, by his mouth, even by his eyes, but his walk seldom lied.

You can’t get four people to carry a secret without exposing the truth and it’s the same thing with body parts. One of them will rat you out. Usually it’s the walk.

Luke and his wife Lise

Lying becomes a way of life for those of us with depression. We learn to deceive the people around us the way a con-artist learns to spin a tale. For many of us the walk is the equivalent of the single strand of long blond hair on our jackets.

I noticed Luke’s honest walk the first time I met him. He walked like he didn’t care about getting where he was going or when he was going to get there. We get that way when we know ‘where we are’ doesn’t make a difference. Here or there- its all the same. Its not that you don’t want to get to where you’re going- its that you don’t care. I saw that walk many times. I assume I have walked it as well. With depression- you can often talk the talk but it’s tough to walk the walk at the same time.

Immediately I could tell that he felt at ease with me – because when you have a common enemy – you also have a common bond. I felt the same ease with him.

I knew how bad it was for him, but I could see his awesomeness- even through the dark clouds that hung over him.

E-mail was our chosen means of communication. We began e-mailing each other on a regular basis shortly after we met. I want to share a few of those messages with you because I think it’s the best way to learn about a side of Luke that you might not have seen.

Between September 2016 and May 2018 we exchanged more than 500 messages. Luke was my secret “text affair.” It was a totally mutual romance built on a shared need. This was a need we couldn’t have filled at home. This was the need to feel understood.

September 2017:

ME: Dude. How are you?
LUKE: Anxious. You?
ME: A bit of that for sure. But manageable.
LUKE: Manageable is good. Always appreciate your messages.

This was typical in both length and content. Hey, we’re guys. We don’t waste words. These were exchanges over a few days in October 2017:

ME: How’s today?
ME: Oh no. I’m so sorry buddy. so, so sorry.
LUKE: Thank you for reaching out
ME: How’s my boy?
LUKE: Lousy. Sorry

I tried my best to give him hope when he felt hopeless. That was much of the time. Depression does that to you. But I knew I was failing. My heart broke for Luke almost every time he responded to one of my messages. He never ignored me, he never complained, but he didn’t lie to me. I knew it was bad. Worse than bad. Terrible.

ME: Update me!
LUKE: Poor. Maybe a 3? Unable to focus on conversations
ME: Still feeling dread?
LUKE: No. Just an overall sadness and inability to focus.
ME: I hear you. It WILL pass. Remember- its raining. You can’t stop it from raining but you can put on a jacket and stop it from soaking you.
Its ON you. Not IN you.

And it did pass several times over the course of our friendship. It was beautiful when it happened. It was as if he had been given the greatest gift imaginable- one that most of us take for granted and that was the feeling of just being normal. For me, those times of remission for Luke were a respite as well. In our conversations I often felt guilt. In my mind it was as if we had both been soldiers fighting a war together. I had been removed from the front to work at a cushy desk job, while he remained fighting. Now, briefly, he was at the desk beside me.

ME: Hey Bud. Just checking in. How are you?
LUKE: I am doing quite well. On a different med that makes me dizzy (had a stumble Friday night) but I’ll surely take that over the agony.
Is that a red line on my arm? (red lines indicated having a good day, black lines indicated a bad day)
ME: Quite well? Sklar! Sklar! That’s amazing!

And so it went. I can’t call them ups and downs because that would imply an even split. This was downs, downs with brief ups. I can tell you as a person whose ridden that coaster- the brief ups can mess you up as much as the downs. When one feels relief and is reminded that just “feeling normal” is an exquisite joy- the fear of losing it becomes overwhelming. I hear the time between torture sessions can be almost as bad as the torture itself.

ME: How are you feeling?
LUKE: Very good. And you gave me good advice yesterday
ME: How is my buddy? I’m worried asking that. Because I so badly wanna hear “doing well!”
LUKE: Doing well. 6.5.
ME: Woooohoooooo!

But, it didn’t last:

ME: How’s my boy?
LUKE: Some slippage. Anxiety
ME: How’s my boyfriend?
LUKE: I am at Sunnybrook inpatient care right now. Almost made a terrible mistake but have come through ok. Here at least until early Feb.
ME: Oh buddy. That just makes me so sad for you.
Can I come visit?
LUKE: Am reluctant right now. Maybe coordinate a future visit with my wife.
ME: Love ya.
LUKE: Deeply luvya back

And this, was life for Luke. He fought exhaustingly every day to find the elusive treatment that would help, but even more taxing was his fight to find the elusive hope that would help him persevere for the treatment that might return Luke to Luke.

Luke taught me so much about that. I have often spoken about how depression robs me of me. At a certain point all you want is the old “me” back. In fact- all the things you hated about yourself before- now don’t seem so bad. The feeling of “losing who you are” is one of depression’s most effective weapons.

Luke with his girls Rebecca, Naomi and Kira

Luke was able to put into words the devastation he felt from losing who he was and in his eyes what made him special. These are words that in every way represent my own feelings.

LUKE: Either the sickness itself and/ or the meds has made me slower, less sharp and more forgetful. When I try to force returning to “my old self” the rumination sets in.
I’ve spent 60 years defining myself by my brain and am finding it very difficult – but I have to- accept this current state. Clear?
ME: Very clear. Too clear. Too relatable. I find my biggest challenge when I’m struggling is my frustration over not being able to be me. And the person I am- I don’t know. So yes- I get it. Wish I could help.
LUKE: Thanks Michael

It was clear to me that the fear of living life as a changed person (in his mind inferior) was devastating to Luke.

Don’t think that Luke was devastated because he couldn’t do his job or anything else like that. Luke was devastated because he couldn’t do Luke. He had ceased to be the Luke that he wanted to be and while his family, friends, all of us would gladly have accepted the lesser Luke to keep him alive- he couldn’t accept it. And then there was the added torture of being in constant pain- something he seldom mentioned to me but I knew was there.

There were times when our talks were normal.

ME: Buddy. What’s up?
Who do you like today? (Super bowl day- Eagles and Patriots)
Next year you come to my house for the game!
LUKE: So nice. Calling for an Eagles upset.

Luke was correct about the Eagles. I was wrong about next year.

I hope you’re getting a better idea of what Luke’s struggle was like. Like I have said- his illness is impossible to understand if you haven’t felt it.

As to why I believe #SickNotWeak represented Luke’s feelings- there’s this:

ME: hey buddy. What’s up?
LUKE: Have been thinking of you. When I get out of here would you be open to my volunteer help for snw? Starting small; just an advisory role with limited expectations. Would really like to help.
ME: We are 2100% in for you helping. Big or small. Notice the 2100%. I thought it was more clever than 1000%. How are you feeling depression wise?
LUKE: Thank you. A little low (4) tracing primarily to fatigue. Hope you are good

Luke knew the power of sharing and he also knew the devastating effect of the stigma. He told me many times that he feared sharing his struggles with the marketing community that loved and respected him so much. He was afraid how he would be seen if he bared all. Because of that he wanted to use his own struggles and his fear of sharing to change how people view this awful illness.

Luke and his dog Boomer. Tough times for both.

One of the purposes of my letter to you is to give you a better idea why a person can become so hopeless, that they only see one way out. Suicide- yes I say the word frequently- is not about getting away from the people you love and who love you, but rather about getting away from yourself. When the fear of living with the pain for another day is greater than the fear of dying- suicide becomes an option.

ME: Dude! How are you? I’m gonna be at Sunnybrook Thursday for a speech to staff at noon. Looking for a date! Would you come hear me speak?
LUKE: Tell me where and I’ll see if I can go. Noon right?
ME: How are you, my friend?
LUKE: Pretty poor my friend. Today was my wife’s birthday – the whole family went out to dinner and now I am back in hospital
ME: Ugh. UGH! I’m so sorry. That’s so rough and so deflating I’m sure. Come Thursday! I’m a guaranteed serotonin booster!
LUKE: Will do my best. Have a good morning show tomorrow.
ME: thanks! I’m so, so hoping to see you!

LUKE: I have received permission to leave the unit for 2 hours to attend your presentation. Hope to make it.
ME: that’s great!

ME: How are you buddy?
LUKE: The same. Anxious and depressed.
Had a weekend pass. Nice but I am not ready to assume normal life.
Frustrated and discouraged but will soldier on.

ME: Hey buddy. How are you?
LUKE: Hey. Poor. Going to push myself to go to a class at Ryerson (roll over Beethoven: the history of rock & roll).

ME: Hey buddy. I’m off to Saskatchewan for 2 days of speeches.
LUKE: Walk when you are back from Saskatchewan? Would love that.
ME: Me too!

ME: Hey sunshine. Any sunshine?
LUKE: No. Didn’t sleep.

April 2018:

ME: Hey Bud.
LUKE: Hi dear friend. Tough day
ME: Hey buddy. Any progress?
LUKE: Not yet. Thanks for checking in.

ME: Hey Bud. How are you? Any progress?
LUKE: Back in Sunnybrook. Checked myself in.
ME: Oh damn. Oh darn. Oh shit. I’m sorry. Really sorry.
LUKE: Thanks

ME: Update me buddy. My mom’s in Sunnybrook- if you want a visitor – I’m your man.
LUKE: Thanks. Not now. Hope your mom is as ok as possible

This was April. A month before Luke died. This was roughly day 1,000 of his struggle. When the struggle begins we value extending our lives almost more than anything. After 1,000 days of fighting- our lives and the thought of living another 1,000 starts to mean less.

On May 10th I was scheduled to speak again at Sunnybrook.

On May 6th Luke had read it on a poster on the hospital wall:

LUKE: I saw that you are moderating the Out of Darkness showing at Sunnybrook.
ME: I would love it if you could make it.

On May 8th I was still hopeful:

ME: How are things, my buddy?
LUKE: Not good. Sorry

On May 10th I wrote:

ME: Bud! I know you can’t come and hear me speak- but I want to let you know I will be thinking of you tonight.

On May 11th Luke wrote:

LUKE: Hope all went well last night
ME: Missed you buddy.

The next day, on the morning of May 12th I woke up to this e mail:

LISE SKLAR: Hi Michael. This is Luke’s wife Lise with some really sad news. Luke took his life while at Sunnybrook last night.

Michael, he was so impressed with everything you were doing around mental illness and I would like to ask that donations in his memory be made to Sick Not Weak.

Was I shocked? Yes. Was it inexplicable? No. Not to me and I hope, at least in a small way, not to you. We lost Luke because no person can tolerate excruciating pain forever. We lost Luke on May 12th, but Luke lost Luke a long time before. In one way his death was just him giving us a chance to catch up to him.

We walked together six times. One of the last times we met by chance as he was coming back from his therapist. I said “Walk with me.” He said “I won’t be much fun since I can’t find much to say.” I told him I would do all the talking. I think about that a lot. Luke wanted to be the guy who talked and made life fun for others. To have to give that up was crushing to him.

Luke and his wife Lise

So we walked. I talked and Luke listened. We walked at the same pace but with entirely different intent. I walked with purpose while he walked aimlessly, knowing the next step would be no better than the last. He smiled at my smartass commentary which I thought was bringing him some relief. But now, as I write to you, I realize I was being the person he wanted to be but couldn’t be. Was I being thoughtless waiving my Lukeness in his face? Was I the thoughtless woman waving my engagement ring in front of a friend who desperately wanted to get married? I think about that. A lot.

Luke loved his life, but he didn’t love the life he felt destined to live.

There is one more thing you need to know about Luke’s death. More than anything – depression is the loss of the ability to experience joy. So when you wonder – how could a person – who had so much joy to live for – end his life? The answer is this: When you can’t ever experience joy – then you can’t see all the things you have to live for.

Luke adored his family and at the end of his life his love for them was used by his illness against him. Depression shows up as a voice in our heads that constantly lies to us. It is our own voice. It knows our vulnerabilities and tells us all the things that can destroy us. It told Luke that he was a burden and that somehow the people he loved the most would be better off without him. The absurd becomes believable when you hear it in your own voice. That is depression in its most raw, cruelest form.

Luke loved life. But he didn’t love the life he had been forced to live. Luke loved his life, but he didn’t love the life he felt destined to live.

If I could have one more conversation with Luke I bet it might go like this:

ME: Dude. How are you?
LUKE: Better than before.
ME: What does that mean?
LUKE: I’m pain free.
ME: Love ya.
LUKE: love ya too. And the Eagles won’t repeat.

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I’ve been there, so I know what he was going through. I’ve contemplated suicide a few times in my life but persevered. I’m a survivor.

What I see is you deflecting responsibility… saying it’s someone else’s fault. Perhaps instead of showing him who he’s supposed to be, you could have accepted him for who he was at the time.


Wow. Incredible story, Michael. I’ve walked through the Valley myself. Thankfully, by the Grace of God, I have come out the other side a stronger, more empathetic father, and teacher, for it. Ironically, I have been asked to deliver the sermon tomorrow. I am speaking on depression. I will have Luke’s family on my mind. Bless you for all the work you do.


Great job Michael portraying what many of us go through. A number of years ago I got tired of fighting myself. It was only after waking up disappointed I was still here I got help. Of course prior to that I thought I was handling things. No one knew. I didn’t even know! But once I got help I figured out I was trying to get away from this person who I was inside dragging me down. After that I no longer feared joy (because the ups always brought bigger downs). The lessons I learned have served me well the last 32 years. While I would not recommend going through what I did, I’m thankful I did because it has allowed me to live. Really live. Not just exist. Much like taking a daily vitamin, mental health is something to be addressed every day. Thanks again for sharing your story and bringing more honesty about mental health


Lots of tears. Lots to think about.


I feel this everyday with my CRPS and depression.

Living on the seesaw

I’ve lived with this all my life. Still here. Would not do it because of kids and grand kids. Could not do that to them. Only reason. Other wise would not be here. 63 now and have CLL glad when it will all be over. Just waiting till the end and I’m ok with that. Thanks for sharing.


Your friendship and sharing; obviously, meant a lot to you both. My belief is that just as some physical illnesses are terminal so are some mental illnesses. In both scenarios we can be supportive and caring but we cannot fix or cure the situation. And at times even the professionals with their skills and medications etc. cannot either. Hopefully; one day science will find cures for cancer, mental health illnesses and a myriad of other conditions that negatively impact our lives. Take care, Michael, and keep on keeping on!


Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing. I didn’t personally know Luke but I knew of him in the marketing community. . He was known to be larger than life really. So smart, with contagious positive energy. I met him once in a restaurant as he knew the person I was having lunch with, and he was so gregarious and warm. When I heard he died, I really did try to understand but I can tell you I understand much better now after reading what you wrote. You were a good friend to him, and I hope you can take solace in recognizing how much you added to his life.

Anxious Girl

Thank you so much for putting words to the struggle and to the desire to end it all with no shame or judgement about the ultimate decision.


Luke was a mentor and a friend. We worked together. I had no idea he was suffering. I saw him a couple years ago and he seemed fine. But I seem fine too I suspect. I have BPD and had to retire early. I have three beautiful girls too. My regret in reading this is that I could somehow have been there for him. Somehow helped. It is lonely and scary. Your mind lies to you. I have been in the “they would be better off without me ” place. I cried when I read this for Luke, his family and for the mere fact that we could not somehow have helped such a wonderful person.


Thank you for sharing this. I do not suffer from depression, though at times have been depressed. Until 17 months ago I would have had difficulty understanding how it could lead to suicide. 17 months ago, the love of my life died and the emotional pain was like a physical agony. I felt numb to everything that was going on around me, unable to experience joy in anything. I wrote a poem, writing has always been my outlet, and the last line of the poem says “I am me no more.” So, on reading these exchanges from Michael I was suddenly able to comprehend his hopelessness. Thankfully with time, normal grief such as what I was experiencing, does lessen and although the sadness is still there it is not all encompassing. I too, had an email buddy, a lady who had lost her husband a few weeks before mine passed. We kept each other going in the way that only two people going through the same ordeal can do. There was a point that we both asked, “What’s the point in going on?” The inability to feel joy or to take pleasure in anything, no matter how much you want to, is terrifying. But, grief does have stages and with support most people get through it. To be stuck in how it felt at the initial stage would be a living nightmare. My heart goes out to anyone living with mental illness and thank you for helping me to understand.


This brought back so many memories and such a better understanding of what my dear friend of going through before he took his life. It’s been 14 years and the what ifs and pain are still there…thank you for sharing Luke’s story… you keep walking with purpose Michael!


Thank you for sharing this story. I lost my mentally ill younger brother last month. It is very hard. I lost my older brother, who was also mentally ill, 36 years ago. He was only 19. My younger brother was 45. We had only seen my younger brother two eeks before he died. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Heartbreaking.


I’m very sorry for the loss of your friend. No one could have stopped it or prevented it or “saved” him. The world has lost a dear person, but Luke is finally free. xo

P. Cormier

As people we are very good at masking our feelings, our sorrow, our hurt, afraid of showing our true feelings, we always worry about what people will think instead of living our lives, people should have more compassion towards others who have a mental illness. We live in a busy world people don’t take the time to check in on others who are trouble, you were a true friend to him Micheal and you did what you could, we need more resources and maybe some day they will find the magic treatment, but for now, hope, courage and helping each other is all their is, if you have a friend who is battling, just pop in, listen to them, give them hope, couragement, that it will pass. It would great if people would educate themself on how to help people with a mental illness.


I lost my cousin on Sept 10, 2018 to an overdose of heroin and everyone continues to talk about his addiction problems as if that was the issue he suffered from. Why is so difficult for most to understand or to admit that his real problem was mental illness and that he suffered from Bipolar Disorder that caused him to seek a painkiller (Drugs) to ease his ongoing mental anguish and pain. He died because of mental illness and his weapon of choice to eventually kill himself was heroin.

This is another perfect example of the real problem with mental illness is that the person with the illness is not the one with the actual problem. The true problem with this disease lies with those who will not accept the fact that it exists and that it is real and affects millions and millions of people around the world. Avoiding the actual issue that caused his death (mental health) is an easy way to clear one’s own conscience and to accept the fact that these things happen but not in our own immediate world. Well, I’m here to tell you it does and will happen in your world as it did just happen in mine.

Education is the only way we can begin to get those who do not suffer to understand those who do suffer. Education, understanding, compassion, and desire is what is needed to bring this ugly disease to the forefront of society to be dealt with head-on rather than leaving it in the back allies where the heroine is currently found that ended the life of such brilliant young man. RIP Matt


Such a sad, sad story about Luke. I know exactly how Luke felt as I am experiencing the pain of major depression since 2005. Michael, you are the best role model for this illness and I thank you for your strength, courage, and by providing insight into this deadly illness which takes far too many lives. Hopefully, one day I will be able to meet up with you and talk to you about this topic as I need a friend right now that is and has experienced the same feelings I have been dealing with for a long time. Can’t seem to ever talk about this subject with any of my friends or family as the topic gets changed very quickly. All my thoughts and prayers are with Luke’s family during this very difficult emotional time they are experiencing….”Please don’t be mad at him…’s not his fault!” Cheers!


Profoundly touching story! When pain and suffering becomes unbearable, it’s like living in the shadows of life! Too many people with a mental illness
suffer alone! We must as a society, take the time to connect with people, and believe we can change things by allowing people to simple be, and to be able to express themselves without judgement. It would be so beneficial to all and a great opportunity for us to show that every life has value!


This is a sad yet beautiful story. Im so sorry for the loss of a friend, Micheal. The beautiful part is how you’ve identified depression’s evil voice. You’ve articulated how a seemingly successful, happy, greatful person can still fall victim to depression. Please continue your incredible work in honor of people like Like, and the many others who fall victim to depression.


This is a sad yet beautiful story. Im so sorry for the loss of a friend, Micheal. The beautiful part is how you’ve identified depression’s evil voice. You’ve articulated how a seemingly successful, happy, greatful person can still fall victim to depression. Please continue your incredible work in honor of people like Luke, and the many others who fall victim to depression.


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