WHITNEY TRAGEDY A LESSON TO US ALL

I WAS so sad to read about what happened to Whitney Houston, she was a legend.

I remember being a kid doing dance routines to I Wanna Dance With Somebody.

And in my late teens and early 20s I’d go out to Emporium in London with footballers like Rio Ferdinand and bop to her RNB tunes like It’s Not Right.

What’s tragic is that such a huge talent died slumped in a bath.

We know Whitney had her problems – for 15 years she battled cocaine and crack – but it looked like she’d beaten her demons.

After all she’d been through, her death didn’t come as that much of a shock, but it’s her daughter Bobbi Kristina, only 18, who I feel sorry for.

The poor kid, she must have pleaded with her mum over and over to sort herself out and to lose her at such a young age is heartbreaking.

I said how much I’d miss Whitney on Twitter and got a right load of abuse with people asking if I knew her. Obviously I didn’t but why can’t I express my sadness on there? Surely that’s what it’s all about!

Now, I’m not comparing myself to W h i t n e y, but over the years when I’ve gone through dark times, I’ve taken Prozac and sleeping pills.

Thankfully, I’ve always been strong enough to deal with whatever life has thrown at me, but it’s not the case for everyone.

I just hope her death helps people learn that doctors and pills aren’t always the best solution and sometimes we have to battle our demons ourselves.