Udi Kagan’s Courageous Cry: A Comedian Battles His PTSD Demons | WATCH
Israeli comedian Udi Kagan, best known for Eretz Nehederet, has electrified the country with a raw, 21-minute stage monologue revealing his battle with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). His performance blends heartbreak, humor, and hope, turning comedy into a national reckoning with hidden wounds of war.
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In a Tel Aviv comedy club, under the soft glow of stage lights, Udi Kagan steps into a space where laughter and pain collide. The Israeli comedian, known for his sharp wit on *Eretz Nehederet*, delivers a 21-minute monologue that transcends stand-up, weaving a tapestry of raw vulnerability, heartbreak, and hope. His story of grappling with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) from his military service has touched millions, amassing over 1.4 million views on Facebook and earning praise as “the greatest stand-up segment in history” from fellow comedian Shalom Asayag. In this moment, Kagan becomes more than a performer; he becomes a mirror for a nation scarred by conflict, offering a voice to the silent wounds of trauma.
Kagan’s journey begins in the aftermath of Operation Defensive Shield, a chapter of his military service that left invisible scars.
(Operation Defensive Shield took place in 2002 in Judea and Samaria during the Second Intifada and was the largest combat operation in the territory since the1967 Arab–Israeli War.) Kagan was young IDF soldier at the time.
While traveling in South America with a fellow soldier, he awoke one night gripped by terror: a racing heart, shallow breaths, and a body drenched in sweat. “It was like nothing I’d ever felt,” he recalls, his voice steady but heavy with memory. Dismissing it as a physical ailment, he rejected a local doctor’s diagnosis of stress. “Stress? I’m from Israel, from my unit. I told him it’s salmonella,” he says, a wry smile masking the denial that would haunt him for years.
Back in Israel, the attacks intensified. A passing scooter, a sudden noise; ordinary moments became triggers, unraveling the tough exterior of a man trained to face war. Yet Kagan buried his pain, refusing to confide in family or friends. “I’d rather die a hundred times than admit something was wrong,” he confesses. “I thought, what, I’m one of those who shoots and cries? Never.” Instead, he sought refuge in alcohol and hard drugs, a decade-long descent into numbing the relentless inner voice that whispered, “You don’t deserve to live.”
A conversation with a fellow veteran, another soul wrestling with PTSD, cracked open the door to healing. Kagan found the courage to seek help, clawing his way toward recovery. But the events of October 7, 2023, shattered that fragile peace. The day’s brutality reignited his fears, sending him into survival mode: hiding knives around his home, buying baseball bats, bracing for an unseen enemy. “For those of us with PTSD, it wasn’t just horror. It was danger, coming for us at home,” he says. It was his wife’s gentle command to “breathe” that pulled him back from the edge, a reminder of the tools he’d learned to survive.
On stage, Kagan’s voice trembles with purpose as he explains why he bares his soul in a comedy show. “PTSD grows in darkness, in shame, in silence,” he says, his words cutting through the room. “But it dies in the light, and we are the light.” His message is a lifeline, not just for himself but for a nation where trauma touches every home: soldiers, rescuers, mourners. “There won’t be a house untouched by this,” he says, his eyes meeting the audience’s, urging them to see the invisible wounds carried by so many.
The response is electric. Ynet reports that online, comments flood in, a chorus of empathy and awe. Shalom Asayag calls it “funny, moving, painful, and healing,” a masterclass in storytelling. Actress Yarden Bar Kochba writes, “This is the monologue of an entire nation, echoing backward and forward in time.” Journalist Paula Rosenberg, tears streaming, adds, “Udi, what a soul you are.” Kagan’s words have cracked open a conversation long shrouded in stigma, offering solace to those who suffer in silence.
This isn’t Kagan’s first reckoning with PTSD. He’s broached the topic before, weaving it into a sketch on *Eretz Nehederet*. But this monologue, raw and unfiltered, is different. It's full of laughs, but even those can't hide his deep pain.
As the applause fades, Kagan stands as a symbol of courage: not just for surviving his own darkness, but for illuminating the path for others. His words linger, a heartrending plea for a nation to confront its pain, to find strength in shared vulnerability, and to let the light in.
I found it extremely difficult to watch, hilarious and entirely heartbreaking at the same time. At the same time, it's absolutely critical that we stop hiding in the shadows, and letting our veterans carry the burden alone. The more we normalize it, the more they will feel safer to ask for help and not feel hopeless enough to turn to devastating alternatives.