This was written the day after Robin Williams' suicide. Like many other people, I live with depression, and to see another one of us fall hit particularly close to home.
THEY ONLY FIND RESPECT FOR YOU
IF YOU GIVE UP THE FIGHT
Sadly, I don't think Robin Williams' death will change anything.
Depression will be a buzz word for a few days on social media, people will say something needs to be done to raise awareness of mental illness, and celebrities will come out in support of anybody living with depression.
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| Depression took this lovely, wonderfully talented man away from us. Don't let it take you away from the people who care for you. |
And then, probably just before or just after Robin Williams' body is lain to rest, they'll have forgotten all about it, and will go right back to watching Big Brother LXVIII, or the new football season, or whatever other meaningless shit they occupy their minds with to keep themselves from thinking about anything that actually fucking matters.
I don't know what I expect people to do, but I do know that I expect more. In a day and age where we know so much about mental health, I can't believe somebody as beloved as Robin Williams felt he had nobody to turn to, and that's why this insidious disease is so horrible. Even a cancer patient has the will to fight, but depression robs a person of even that.
And to the Daily Mail readers who express shock and, believe it or not, anger that Robin Williams did this "when he had all the money and fame in the world," I can only label you grasping, dreamless ciphers with no poetry or romance in your souls, if you honestly think that money can solve all a person's problems.
As for Robin Williams... well, he can't do any more damage around this popsicle stand. I'm gonna miss him.
