I haven’t posted anything about the death of Robin Williams mostly because I didn’t know the man, and part of me gets annoyed when people go on and on about celebrity deaths. Sure, they touched our lives, but there are millions of others out there dying that never get our thoughts or prayers just because they weren’t famous, and that feels cruel to me. Still, I found this while I was surfing the web yesterday and it really suck with me. I have had a lot of personal experience with depression and even suicide (not me, but family members) and the following really hit home with me.
“If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.”