When I found out Robin Williams was dead, a million memories of laughs & tears came flooding back to me. When I found out how he had died, I was sent back to a time in my life when I had almost done the same. My best friend & I were each other’s support system. He kept me from falling off the edge. That is until I received a phone call telling me my best friend had hung himself. He spent a good portion of his life, like Robin Williams, making sure everyone else was happy. In thelate night hours, though, my friend & I would talk about the complexities that crushed down on our worlds, the maze that we seemed to be stuck in. So, when I hear comments regarding Williams’ death such as “you were so funny” “you gave us all the best memories” etc. I feel as though no one really understands what it is to be depressed/ suicidal. We shame mental illness & after a while expect people just to get over it. This is why no one really knows, except maybe those closest to him, what was going on under the comedic outer shell.
(Source: inmyselfitrust, via theonechelsey)