Robin Williams is Dead
When in the hell will we take mental illness seriously in this country already?!
I lost a brother to suicide in 1988 (age 32). His name was Eric. He had a degree in wildlife biology. He once rode his bicycle from Colorado to California. He was crazy about recycling and not paying taxes for war.
It would be so great if he was still here, fighting for We the People and for the planet and sitting in the sun in my backyard. He loved sitting in the sun. And he loved white bread rolls with lots of butter.
If in fact Robin Williams committed suicide, I know how his family and friends feel. They’ll never get over it. Suicide is so abrupt and it generates so much guilt and anger in the survivors their emotions just sort of hang there forever. People don’t “get closure.” I hate that phrase. Who gets “closure” over the death of a loved one?
Anyway, R.I.P Robin. So, so sad. Depression is a monster of a disease.
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