I want everyone in my life to know that if they are ever suffering, they dont have to suffer alone. If you ever feel lost, alone, or have any thoughts about harming yourself or ending your life, please, PLEASE reach out. Know that you occupy a place in this world that cant be filled by anyone else, and if you take yourself out of it you will leave a hole that can never be filled. Growing up with a parent who suffered from chronic depression, I have struggled with my reaction to suicide and attempted suicides. Ive always been a caretaker by nature, but many life experiences have instilled in me a reaction of anger - I want to shake the person awake and scream at them how could you do this, how could you be so selfish. Then my overdeveloped sense of guilt and nurturing takes over, and I just want to hold them, and say Im so, so sorry that they felt so lost that they didnt see any other way out, and cry my eyes out. Im still processing the death of Robin Williams. He was O Captain, my Captain. I found Dead Poets Society at a time when I was painfully shy, and felt so small and lost. It resonated with me so deeply. There are so many memories of him as a performer, but thats the one that caused a Paradigm shift in me. Out of all the people that have spoken words I think President Obama said it best: “Robin Williams was an airman, a doctor, a genie a nanny, a president, a professor, a bangarang Peter Pan, and everything in between. But he was one of a kind. He arrived in our lives as an alien – but he ended up touching every element of the human spirit. He made us laugh. He made us cry. He gave his immeasurable talent freely and generously to those who needed it most – from our troops stationed abroad to the marginalized on our own streets. The Obama family offers our condolences to Robin’s family, his friends, and everyone who found their voice and their verse thanks to Robin Williams.” I was one of those who found their voice and verse in some small measure through his work, and now I want to shake him, and scream at him, and thank him. But I think what Ill really do is sit here and cry and make sure that when the time is right, my son finds his way to Dead Poets Society.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 04:26:57 +0000
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