My TV was tuned in to Teleradyo while I was sleeping last night. My subconscious woke me up when Noli de Castro mentioned that Robin Williams has died and it might have been through suicide. It took a moment to sink in and when it did, my heart crumpled. Mr. Williams seemed to be the happiest man alive so I couldn’t imagine him taking his own life unless… Well CNN confirmed it. He had been been suffering from severe depression which is something I could relate to.
I’ll try not to make this post about myself but I want you, my readers, to somehow know how it is for depressives. Observe those who are close to you. See who makes jokes the most. Perhaps the reason why that person is compelled to joke around is due to his/her depression. I love making people around me laugh and when I’m successful with it, I feel better about myself. I can only imagine the depth of Mr. Williams’ loneliness and grief but I’m guessing it’s fathomless.
I am not sure as to what happens after we die but I hope there is no purgatory or hell. I want Robin’s pain to finally stop and I wish the same for myself when I die. Robin Williams, I hope you are finally free.