Not long ago I wrote about the untimely death of Phillip Seymour Hoffman, as shocked and saddened as I was, I must say that the passing of Robin Williams is even more shocking and saddening to me.
We don’t know all the details of his death yet, but it seems like Robin Williams was battling with depression for a long time. And that’s the thing with depression, it is a battle. It’s an almost constant struggle to keep your head above the water, to show a brave face to the world and to those who don’t understand.
Suicide, which is apparently the cause of death in Williams’ case, is sadly a route some take once those chemical imbalances tell their brains and souls that the dark night is here to stay.
Major depression is serious business. It’s not just being bummed out, or extremely sad, it’s a real disease that leads many to think and sometimes act in a manner that is hurtful to themselves. In some cases, like in the case of Williams, those suffering with depression decide to end it all, to silence all the noise and the darkness with one irreversible act.
I wish Williams had talked to someone about what he was thinking of doing. It could have made all the difference.
And that’s the thing to remember, no matter how alone you may feel, and no matter if you think that no one else has ever gone through what you’re going through, remember that those are lies told by substances in our brains. There are people and organizations who will reach out and help you, even if all they can do is to ask you to think about what you’re thinking of doing. There’s also the God who created you, who even in the darkest moments will not leave your side.
I started writing this about Robin Williams, but there might be someone out there reading this who needs some encouragement and strength.
I will finish with a scene with one of my favorite movies of all times, Dead Poets Society. This movie inspired me to become a writer. Thank you, Mr. Keating.