I know it probably seems strange that Im harping on it, but the death of Robin Williams has hit me much more strongly than most celebrity passings, I think for many reasons. Firstly, because I truly loved his work. Mrs. Doubtfire and Aladdin provided background tracks to my childhood. Hook taught me that growing old is inevitable but growing up is optional. Jumanji taught me that my older sister is a fraidy cat (I remember you hiding under your jacket in the theatre!). What Dreams May Come taught me about death, Good Will Hunting taught me about the importance of reaching out when you are hurting, Patch Adams taught me that joy is worth the work it takes to get there. One of my tattoos was inspired by Dead Poets Society and the importance that it had to me as a teenager struggling with depression and creativity. I still remember cuddling with my mom, both of us crying and her asking me to come to her far before I ever hurt that badly. And secondly, because it is such an example of the insidious nature of depression. Its invisible until its not anymore. You can never tell, based on someones external projection into the world, what someone is going through. Pain is pain is pain, and even someone who spent their life bringing joy and laughter to millions of people can become overwhelmed by it; can drown without anybody ever hearing them gasp for air. I want you to take care of everything thats smaller than you.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 23:57:14 +0000
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