I just wanna not be sad when little things happen in every day life.
Like driving down the highway at night in the pouring fucking rain with my best friend, feeling very happy, listening to the radio, and “Are You Gonna Be My Girl” comes on and suddenly I just crumble inside because all I want is for her to be you and for it to be ten months ago, on THAT highway, in THAT pouring fucking rain and to have the nervous happy butterflies of something new instead of the stabbing twisting in my gut of something that is done.
I just don’t want tiny, insignificant things all day every day to remind me of what I’ve lost. But they do. They fucking do all the time.
HOW IS THIS THE FIRST TIME I’VE SEEN THIS IT’S ALMOST AT 10 MILLION WTF
Yes let’s do it for him.
For Robin Williams I shall halt promoting Dean in gym shorts for a bit. Fandoms unite!
Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. I only just heard the sad, sad news of Robin Williams’s death. My wife sent me a message to tell me he had died, and, when I asked her what he died from, she told me something that nobody in the news seems to be talking about.
When people die from cancer, their cause of death can be various horrible things – seizure, stroke, pneumonia – and when someone dies after battling cancer, and people ask “How did they die?”, you never hear anyone say “pulmonary embolism”, the answer is always “cancer”. A Pulmonary Embolism can be the final cause of death with some cancers, but when a friend of mine died from cancer, he died from cancer. That was it. And when I asked my wife what Robin Williams died from, she, very wisely, replied “Depression”.
The word “suicide” gives many people the impression that “it was his own decision,” or “he chose to die, whereas most people with cancer fight to live.” And, because Depression is still such a misunderstood condition, you can hardly blame people for not really understanding. Just a quick search on Twitter will show how many people have little sympathy for those who commit suicide…
But, just as a Pulmonary Embolism is a fatal symptom of cancer, suicide is a fatal symptom of Depression. Depression is an illness, not a choice of lifestyle. You can’t just “cheer up” with depression, just as you can’t choose not to have cancer. When someone commits suicide as a result of Depression, they die from Depression – an illness that kills millions each year. It is hard to know exactly how many people actually die from Depression each year because the figures and statistics only seem to show how many people die from “suicide” each year (and you don’t necessarily have to suffer Depression to commit suicide, it’s usually just implied). But considering that one person commits suicide every 14 minutes in the US alone, we clearly need to do more to battle this illness, and the stigmas that continue to surround it. Perhaps Depression might lose some its “it was his own fault” stigma, if we start focussing on the illness, rather than the symptom. Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. He died from Depression*. It wasn’t his choice to suffer that.
I think the saddest part about losing someone is being able to feel them drifting away. Being able to tell by the way they talk to you or text you that you’re not of importance anymore. You can literally feel them slipping through your fingertips, not being able to do a single thing.
I heard a joke once: Man goes to the doctor. Says he’s depressed, life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. “But Doctor” he says, “I am Pagliacci.”
Oh well, oh well, I still hope for the best. Say goodbye and send me off with a kiss farewell.
—Lyrics I relate to now that you’re gone.
I’m so very sad.