I fall into the Thor was not being fat-shamed camp.
He was reacting to tragedy. He was failing to cope. He was was completely out of the character of Thor we’d seen before and that was the point. That’s what depression does to a person.
He could only recover by seeing his Mom, as heartbreaking as that was. In my opinion he wouldn’t have even tried to call Mjolnir had he not spoken with her. Where he was as a character was not a place where he could think about his own worthiness, but Mom fixed it. Mom turned him around. She didn’t fix him; she didn’t cure him; she pointed him in the right direction.
We should all be so lucky to have a Mom like that in our lives. I count myself among their number.
I’ve been there: in the darkness where nothing seemed like it could get better, every choice was the wrong choice, the only luck was bad, sunshine burned the soul and three a.m. wasn’t very comforting but it was familiar. I have been fortunate to be turned away from that darkness when it got really rough.
I lived through enough of it to hit 300# by my 25th birthday.
I had enough of it that one day I was a happy boy laughing and smiling and then one day I put a bag over my head so nobody else would have to look at me.
I find the darkness easy to wrap around myself.
And for all of my life my Mom has been there to try to get me to see the Sun.