Okay, enough time has passed. I avoided this because...I always avoid this. I dont talk about depression. Except within the framework of someone else talking about it. The day Robin Williams killed himself and before I knew he did...I thought about killing myself. Over and over again. I do most days. I am a depressive. That is what we do. We dont all do it? But we all think it. All the time. Every day. Out loud. I chose, that day, to go to sleep and not do it. He didnt. And there wasnt anything anyone could have done to change that. This crap? Isnt about you. Isnt about the people in his life. It is about him. And his head. And what his head told him. And yeah, it was a choice? But an unfair one. When you are faced with this crap all day, every day? The choice deck is stacked. I dont blame him. I mourn him. I understand him. I hope I dont ever become him. I love life. So did he. Sometimes that is not enough.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 08:04:50 +0000
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