Yesterday I had my unusually carefree day interrupted by the devastating news that Robin Williams had taken his own life. Immediately thereafter the sky opened up and there was an incredible rainstorm. It was very fitting.
Mr. Williams was a talented and beautiful artist who touched the lives of many, many people. Yesterday we all shed tears, greived together and considered our own mortality because of the gaping hole left by the passing of a man we admired and considered a fixture in our personal development. My heart is still breaking.
But there's another issue that was dredged up by the death of Mr. Williams. I am talking, of course, about the recognition of depression and other mental illnesses as diseases. They are actual medical conditions that can leave people sick, injured or dead but very often those who suffer from mental illness are treated as though they are making the whole thing up for attention or as an excuse for laziness or incompetence. Let's get this straight: Mental health is important. Pay attention to your own mental health. Pay attention to the mental health of those close to you. But most importantly, if someone tells you about their mental health problem, take that shit seriously. Because it is serious. Pain is real, don't trivialize it.
I'm sad to know that Robin Williams struggled for so long to find peace. I'm sad that he will no longer be there for his fans, friends and family. He may be gone, but he will never be forgotten.
Thank you for sharing your amazing talent with us, Mr. Williams. I hope somewhere you do find peace. Maybe in a place where your heart never grows heavy and your spirit never grows old. Bangarang.