The news is out this evening that Robin Williams has died of an apparent suicide and many including myself are trying their best to process this. Many like me grew up with this guy as a constant in our lives, from Mork and Mindy through Good Morning Vietnam to Good Will Hunting. He was a never ending source of energy, only restraining it for a deep well of emotion when a role called for it.
My favorite Robin Williams movie is "What Dreams May Come" where he is the husband of a woman who commits suicide and has to retrieve her from her final fate in the depths of despair for the rest of eternity. In real life, it was Williams himself who had to fight the battle, and ultimately succumbed to the demons he battled.
Depression is a nasty beast. No one chooses to have it, and it isn't easy to defeat. Many live with it on a daily basis, hanging on one day at a time. I know depression and anxiety and it is a war, where each battle is tough and victory is short lived until the next time. Getting help is a necessity, and having someone who understands and knows how to respond is of utmost importance.
Mr. Williams, you made the world laugh and feel better about itself. Now the world mourns your passing. The world is a little less funny today, and we will miss you. Rest In Peace, Robin Williams.
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