On Monday, August 13, Robin Williams was found unresponsive at his home and was later pronounced dead. Word quickly spread that he had committed suicide by asphyxiation, which is a technical way of saying he hung himself. It’s bad enough when someone we look up to and admire dies in an automobile…
And for you, dear author friend, you are not alone in this feeling. You state things with damned largely eloquent way. I do not know the specifics of “it” all but I will say I’m glad to see you around. You are one of the very few in our graduating class that I enjoy talking to. Most of the friends I made over the years have been from elsewhere outside of that bubble.
I have always looked to get away from here and never quite made it. Even if it is only a casual chat in passing, having odd friends around the area makes things better. I look forward to the break in my mediocre work days when I run into people I know.
As for depression of this sort, the real true and hard hitting variety and not the “eat your feelings” kind that I personally have dealt with a time or two, I know a good amount of people who have or still suffer from it. One of which is no longer with us because of reasons truly known to him. Others have come close to ending things in some ways like chasing pills with alcohol or cutting a bit too deep (not with a pink lady bic either) but come through it intact and hopefully found alternative ways to live with depression. I hope it does not consume them fully.
I really just want to get to the point and say that to all the others out there in the world of the internet, if you can find a way through the pain there are people willing to listen, who will let you talk if that is all you want to do.
I know my remarks were less vivid in painting a picture but I hope they’re understood in some way, shape, or form.