Of all the wonderful, beautiful things that occur on this planet on a daily basis, one dark moment in a celebrities life has inspired me to write.
As I’m sure 99.9% of anyone who reads this knows by now, Robin Williams died yesterday. His death, to me, was very jarring. Mostly because he suffered from severe depression, which up until yesterday I wasn’t fully aware of. Am I surprised, though? Not really.
I’ve used comedy much of my life to build up a wall around me. Much like I think Williams and many, many others have. I think comedy is a way to make people who feel weak, strong. Like I have also pointed out to others, many knew his struggle with drug addiction. The sad thing is, this could have been preventable.
It’s easy to talk about drug addiction for a lot of people, and it’s easier to make light of that. You start joking about mental health issues, and you lose people. Why? It’s a stigma, a horrible stigma that needs to end. I think for people like Williams, masking certain parts of your life are easier. And people won’t be scared off by “crazy talk”, oh but the stories about his (and many, many comedians who have passed), drug issues? Hilarious!
That. Is. Horrible. Am I guilty at laughing at those jokes? Of course. And that’s the problem. We need to make people so much more aware of how debilitating depression is. One way to change that way of thinking is to stop believing that suicide is a cowards way out.
One thing I haven’t talked about on here is my struggles with these very same issues. Last year, I almost took my own life. I haven’t admitted that to anybody, not even my therapist. My own boyfriend only found out a month ago. THAT is the problem. THAT needs to change. As a society, we need to learn that it’s okay to talk about things. It’s okay to hear these things from people you love. And it’s okay to get them the help they desperately need.
I know Williams was in the midst of rehab this Summer, but I saw a picture of him at a Dairy Queen in Minnesota, and the light was gone from his eyes. That’s one thing I remember about Williams, he had the kindest eyes I think I’ve ever seen. So heartbreaking. I feel like he really kept his darkest demons to himself.
So as a duty to myself and anyone who reads this, I’m owning up to my own struggles with suicide. I know I’ve said this before, but if I can help one person who is struggling, I have done my job.
I feel like so much more can be said about this, but I’m honestly struggling with the words. So I’ll end with this:
Safe journeys, Robin. You are missed by so many. It is my hope that if anything is learned from this tragedy, it is to not be afraid to get help. We as a society can learn from your troubles, sweet soul, I just wish it never came to this point. For anyone.
As I’ve seen countless times in the past 24 hours “Genie, you are free.”
If you or a loved one is suffering, please, seek help.