Of course I loved Robin Williams–I’m human, aren’t I? Just like everyone else bemoaning his death on Facebook, I grew up watching him. Through his work, I feel like I know him. He seemed accessible and friendly and he is one of the great talents of this age. I grew up with his kid-friendly movies. I love his HBO special and have watched it about a hundred times. And I even like his dramatic roles.
I’m torn though. I have a hard time just writing about his good work. I can’t bring myself to post a colorance on Facebook, because I’m also angry at his selfishness. I feel Robin Williams is a coward for committing suicide. At 63 years old, he should have had a lot of life lift. It’s senseless. Especially when he has a family who will bare the brunt of his decision and be left to deal with everything without him.
I realize depression is serious. Having a bipolar mate, I do not take depression lightly. At the same time I cannot condone making a permanent decision for a temporary problem. I wish he would have waited a little longer for the help he needed, meds to kick in, life to calm down–whatever needed to happen. Because you CAN come out of a depression–you can’t un-do asphyxiation.
But I feel sad for the pain Robin Williams felt, and angry he didn’t feel there was any other recourse. He was loved by many, and I wish he would have trusted them to step up and help in his time of need. Alas, I wish his family the best, and hope they are able to adjust to life without him. He was a great entertainer and his humor will be missed.
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