I grew up in the ’90s so that means I basically grew up with Robin Williams’ voice. Whether he was Genie, Mrs. Doubtfire, Professor Brainard from Flubber, or even Armand Goldman from the Birdcage. I grew up with this man speaking about life and truth. The roles he choise really reflected the man inside. In high school we had to watch The Dead Poet’s Society and Good Will Hunting. The man I watched in those films wasn’t Mork (Mork and Mindy), but yet another aspect of Williams. Robin Williams wasn’t just a funny man and he wasn’t just an actor. He was an amazing man that struggled with a sickness that eventually killed him. Depression isn’t funny and death isn’t funny, so when it happens to one of the funniest human beings on earth it steals your breath away.
Now, obviously I never knew Williams but his films were apart of my life and knowing that it’s all over is shocking. All I can think of are his poor family. To have such a wonderful person in your life gone… is just so heartwrenching.
The media is trying to turn his death into a lesson for the rest of us. “See! Depression is bad! Depression kills!” Why should it take this man’s death to prove that depression kills? Someone shouldn’t have to die in order for us to pay attention. The mental health issue in this country is widely swept under the table until someone dies, then for the next few months there’s concern for the issue…. then poof! It’s like it never happened.
This is a plea to all of you who are dealing with depression, death is not freedom. Robin Williams is gone. We will never have him back and his family will always morn for him. Death is not the way out, please talk to someone. You are important and you are loved. If you are upset by Williams’ death imagine someone being just as upset about your death.
I know it’s hard to talk about how you feel and I know what it’s like to not want to get out of bed in the morning. Every day is a struggle. Please struggle on and get help.