robin williams suicide

When you think back on the life of the late Robin Williams, you may remember him as being a brilliant comic, versatile actor, and generous humanitarian. You probably wouldn't think of Williams, who tragically died at the age of 63 from an apparent suicide, as a dementia sufferer.
It is the 2nd anniversary of Robin Williams' death, and I still miss him. I know, he wasn't a personal friend; I didn't know him in 'real life,' but I loved him. He was out there making magic, for most of my adult life... and several years before that. I miss him.
My wife likes to joke that I have no soul, because I don't cry. She, for the record, weeps at the drop of a hat: during movies, a commercial, while reading... She even cried at the birth of both our children, and seriously, who does that?
The desire to peel away the façade of cheerful wellness that so many people present while they suffer mightily brought Ferris to conceive and edit Shades of Blue: Writers on Depression, Suicide, and Feeling Blue.
An underlying brain disease may have been the cause of his depression.
Clinical depression is brutal and unrelenting. It's like holding 50-pound weights over your head while standing in quicksand during a thunderstorm. You're stuck. You're weighted down.
It was in April of 2012 when I received the news that my mother had passed away. It puzzled me when I heard the news. Not
Celebrities aren't generally the types to linger in the stacks. But that's exactly where I found Robin Williams one day, loitering in the fiction section for over an hour, never picking up a single book.
I'm often asked whether suicide is a "choice," and of course in some literal sense it is. Yet it's a decision profoundly influenced by the hopelessness, distorted thinking, and compromised decision-making that can result from serious mental illnesses.
The concept that mental illness is a disease which twists reality and affects the way one thinks, perceives and remembers is one that is not often discussed. Blame towards the victim and a lack of understanding is what keeps so many alone with their secrets.
Unfortunately, it is too late for Jenny. I hope it's not too late for someone else who happens to read this letter. I don't want to lose another child, friend, family member or stranger to the pain of hopelessness.
I have been depressed for so long that I simply do not know who I am not depressed. I don't remember a time in my adult life, adolescence, or childhood that I would consider myself not depressed. It is who I am.
Williams killed himself at his home near San Francisco on Aug. 11 at the age of 63. He had been battling severe depression
"You showed not only me, but the whole world, that it’s okay to be different -- and that the power of humor can change lives
The butterfly effect here is that this later-life suicide of one struggling person set in motion a public response including character attacks that, in turn, by extension, feel like an attack on all of us who struggle to stay sober and alive each day.