As another day dawned and the retched light began to shine through my bedroom window, I awoke with the same thought I went to bed with…Why did Robin Williams commit suicide? He always made me laugh with his rants and manic ways. I fell in love with him as Mork and I continued to love him in the countless roles he played on television and in the movies. I would be like a child at Christmas when I saw him appearing as a guest on any show. His face seemed to be molded into a never-ending grin and he looked like he was going to burst with joy whenever he appeared. Then I thought about how depression has now been in the forefront due to the death of Robin Williams and I thought this blog would be the easiest that I’ve ever written. The door had been opened for discussion and the world was listening to those of us who fight this awful disease everyday thanks to Robin Williams showing, in the most tragic and public way, how depression is a silent killer if you succumb to its will. I was certain that the words would just flow effortlessly once I opened this page and I would finally be free of the stigma and shame of depression. I would stand tall and speak boldly about my daily battle of just letting go of the bed covers, putting on appropriate clothes for public appearance, slap on my happy face and drudge through another day until I was utterly drained and could crawl back into the comfort and safety of my bed, pull the covers over my head, listen to a movie and pray for sleep to come. I was certain today would be the day! Yes, I will no longer pretend that my world is full of happiness and joy and that I find something to smile about everyday! I would come clean and the weight of my alternate persona would drop like a ton of bricks and I would feel whole, loved, happy. Thank You Robin Williams for letting people see that even though there is much laughter and happiness on the outside, there is a deep-seeded hatred of everything that we truly feel and the sadness is more than just a case of the blues or just being a little down, it is an albatross around our necks that cuts off the very air we breathe, it is the deep responsibility we feel to not make others uncomfortable around us by being sad so we over compensate with the gift of laughter. Millions of people have committed suicide over the years so why has Robin Williams become the poster child for depression? Is it because his face is not the face of depression? His face was the face of a clown whose mission in life was to bring joy and happiness and he did it effortlessly. He certainly didn’t look or act depressed. Depressed people look sad, don’t they? Depressed people stay to themselves and have no interest in doing things or being around others. Depressed people cry all the time and talk about hurting themselves, or do they? Thank You Robin Williams for letting people see that depression doesn’t shut down and stay in a hole. It lives and breathes, It dances and sings, It plays and laughs and skips, and It goes out everyday and pretends to be just like everybody else until it gets its victim alone and then it whispers and it hurts and it torments and it kills. May your soul now forever be at peace, Thank You Robin Williams!
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Sooo….I allowed some thoughts and ideas to swirl around in my head this morning about what today’s blog would be about and….Nuthin!!
Well, that’s not entirely accurate, I first thought about the senseless murder of a community business owner earlier this week and how everyone spoke of how nice this man was. Endless comments have been uttered about his kindness, his sense of humor, how much they enjoyed going in his store because he always had something to say to them, how he knew everyone, and how long he had been a fixture in the community. I really didn’t want to focus on this very sad tragic event but then I thought of the three friends that I have lost over the last few months. I went to their services and listened to everyone speak about their endearing qualities and how much they will be missed and the first thing that came to mind was this song that I heard during a commercial or something that said “say what you need to say.” This made me wonder. Do we take the time to tell those who mean something to us how much we care about them? Do we tell them how we consider them a friend or loved one and how much they have impacted our lives? Do we say what we need to say? It’s wonderful to cherish the memories of those we have cared about, loved, and lost, but how sweet it would be if the words are spoken while they can still be music to their ears.
How many people live their lives being a light in someone’s day without going out of their way to do anything special; they are just being who they are; but being who they are means the world to someone who may not get a kind word, thought, or deed sent their way any other time. That person isn’t looking for accolades or applause but just to know that someone appreciated what they did or who they were would certainly go a long way in encouraging them to continue even during those times when they are the ones who need to be lifted up.
Life is but a vapor; a fleeting moment that is here and then gone in an instant….Say what you need to say to anyone you need to say it to. Don’t wait for the candlelight vigil in their honor. Let them know now so when all is said and done and they are gone from this life, you will know that you said exactly what you needed to say exactly when you needed to say it.