Not that I want to dwell on the loss of Robin Williams, but I am trying to make some sense of why I am so personally effected and I think I have figured it out. 1. He was a constant in my life. I could turn on the TV and odds are I would find him. He made me laugh at humanity which really helped me. 2. As a person that has battled depression for as long as I can remember (and hid it for do long) I can appreciate the fact that he was so funny and good when he was faced with so much internal darkness. I have been told on numerous occasions that I am so calm, funny, kind. But what I really think when I am told these things is that you have no idea what I am really like or what goes on inside my head. It is a struggle every single day. And to end his pain the way he did, I was saddened but not surprised. For him to die was a better alternative to being alive. That thought is overwhelming for most, but for the depressed mind it is common. I have tattoo of a lily on my right arm which is symbolic of the word persistence. It keeps me going when I feel I can not. I am so sad that Williams was at that point. he will be missed so much. Please recognize mental health as a valid issue.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 00:54:49 +0000