So in light of the recent passing of Robin Williams, I wanted to speak up about something. On other forms of social media, I’ve kept quiet about it for a number of reasons, one of the main reasons is that I don’t find it appropriate to post it there, but it revolves around depression and my run in with it. I know a few people have touched on it else where but his death struck me harder than most might. Yes he was in my childhood when growing up and was a funny, dedicated farther and warm hearted individual. His roles in numerous films and shows has influenced thousands if not millions of people worldwide and will continue to do so yet I felt very connected to the man yet having never met him personally.
His depression as that conection. It’s something he spent 63 years battling and sadly lost the fight, and it’s something I’ve been battling for most of my adult life span. I’ve lost ground a few times, even making an attempt on my life once, however it really sunk in with me. If someone as successful as him lost his battle, will I lose mine someday?
I try to not think on the subject too much as a wandering mind leads to danger, yet last night I was silently weeping to myself with thoughts of just that. Do I have a year? 5 years? Will I live out my natural life with no other incidents or will I loose mt grip on reality? It’s a very scare thought to toy with, be it in deep or casual conversation yet I feel the need to say something on the subject.
If you feel like there is no hope for you, seek out help. Reach out to a friend, or family member, or social worker (I’ve yet to do so but I’ve heard nothing but good things). Do not let yourself get to the point that you meaningless to your life.
People care about you. They want you in their life, they love you, they want the best for you. There is a lot to experience in this life, and you’ll have times the the bad outweighs the good but then you’ll have times where it’s the good the outweighs the bad. It takes time but it’s worth it. Trust me, I know.
