Holly Madison: I Wanted to Kill Myself at the Playboy Mansion
"Drowning myself seemed like the logical way to escape the ridiculous life I was leading," the former Playmate says in her new book
From a modeling wannabe from Oregon to sleeping next to the Playboy magnate – “a man who was old enough to be my grandfather” – Madison details what really went on behind the gates of the fabled mansion in her new book Down the Rabbit Hole: Curious Adventures and Cautionary Tales of a Former Playboy Bunny, out June 23.
Her “misery” became so all-encompassing that in the tell-all, Madison, 35, recalls lying in a bath in 2002 and pondering: “If I just put my head under water and take a deep breath in, it would all be over.”
While to the outside world Hef’s seven girlfriends led an “incredibly glamorous” life, Madison says instead they were “vacant” and going through the motions, admitting that life at the Mansion was not what she had ever expected.
“Everyone thinks that the infamous metal gate was meant to keep people out. But I grew to feel it was meant to lock me in,” she says.
Describing a world of bitching and backstabbing, where Hefner, now 89, pitched his girlfriends against each other for the “drama,” Madison reveals just how unhappy she was.
Unhappy with her appearance, Madison underwent a nose job, revealing how even the most beautiful of the Playboy girls ended up insecure about their bodies.
All that was left, she says, was her attempt to try to stay afloat in Hefner’s “twisted world.”
Until one night, Madison recounts, when she found herself in the bath, thinking, “Would anyone even miss me?”
She tells how the “depths of my own depression” had led her down a dark path and there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
“Maybe it was the pot and the alcohol, but drowning myself seemed like the logical way to escape the ridiculous life I was leading.”
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“I just couldn’t take my misery anymore. Of course my family would be devastated, but I rarely saw them enough for my absence to make a difference.”
Apart from her one friend, Bridget Marquardt, Madison could not imagine the other girls would shed even a single tear, realizing of Hefner: “Would he even miss me? No, I was certain I was just another warm body – as we all were. ‘Just another blonde,’ I could hear him say.”
Coming to the conclusion that her death would be “swept under the rug,” just like every other “scandal and ghost that once plagued Hugh Hefner,” Madison was convinced not to go through with her plan – because it would be in vain.
Now a happily married mother of one, she says, “Thankfully the only thing greater than my need to escape was my desire to share my experience. If I sunk my head below the water and went to sleep, no one would ever know the truth.”