Robin Williams. After August 11, 2014 , hearing his name makes you sad , doesn’t it? His name always made you happy, now it doesn’t. He’s gone and we really don’t know why. Well, I am not going to even try to explain it. I have no answers. I do have a thing or two
in common with though, depression being one of them. He suffered from Major Depression, which to me explains why his comedy was so manic. To a person who has never experienced depression, Williams just seemed crazy. To a person who suffers from, or has know someone that suffers from Depression, you could tell that it was an act. Not that he was faking it, no. He was hysterical, he loved people, everything he ever did was genuine. When your depression is that severe, when the walls are caving in around you and the voices are screaming and laughing at you, you only have two choices really. You can laugh back at them and put on a strong face. You can act like the sad clown and trick yourself into thinking that it’s OK. You can also quit. Williams, like so many others suffering from Depression, did both. He used his manic comedy as a shield, to protect himself from the demons within. Let me tell you, it’s an almost impossible task. The things that you hear in your head are terrible, and when the depression really starts to get going, the world ends. Panic, terror , destruction pain, lots and LOTS of pain all attack and destroy you from the inside. It could be the happiest day in your life, filled with puppies, candy, unicorns and joy, yet a to person with severe Depression, to us, it’s all a trick. It’s not real. There is no happiness. There is no joy. There really is only pain and terror. you just want to be alone in the dark. Some fight it. Medicine, helps. Sure. I myself fight it. DO you really think That I want to act this way? What do you think I am hiding? The monsters inside of Robin Williams were finally too much. He couldn’t hide from them. They got him. They broke his shield. It truly is a loss to the world. His family may never really know what horrors were in his mind. The moments of happiness that are tainted by depression. He is finally free and happy. We need to celebrate his life and remember all the good. We need to also help those that are suffering the way he did. We all deserve to be free. The noise, the pain has to stop. Remember. Just remember, before you ignore that friend, before you decide not to call him back, remember that his monsters are waiting to be alone with him. His monsters, his demons want him all to themselves. Depression is a demon and it can’t be fought alone. Help. Please. Help.