It’s fitting that it’s dark and raining this morning… I just read that Robin Williams is dead. Robin was one of my favorite comedians of all time, seeing him on HBO when I was still living with my parents was the only light I had in that horrible place. I really don’t want to get on the bandwagon with all of my Face-Book friends; I think almost all of them had something to say about this man, all of it good and kind words, all true. I wanted to touch base on depression. The funny thing is we will never know what was running through this man’s head when he took his life, what pain and sorrow dragged him to this finale ditch. It doesn’t matter how rich, intelligent, or even if you are a comedy genius. It’s something you can’t escape and sometimes you allow yourself to get some help, but not all the time. Sometimes you just don’t want to drag the rest of your family into the abyss with you. Robin Williams was too young to die, Robin Williams was rich and could have found help, Robin Williams was selfish, it’s true, but sometimes you can’t escape the pain of life, ringing in your head over and over. Sometimes you can drink to lessen the pain, sometimes drugs can help, but these too will drag you down another abyss, where does it stop? Sometime people make that finale choice and it’s too late to help them. Maybe the loss of such a great and kind person will bring to light the horror of depression; hopefully this will drive lost souls to seek help. I really feel Robin would want to help save those people, even though he couldn't save himself.
Goddess bless you and keep you Robin, I hope the pain is over.