Tears of a Clown

Robin Williams died today at the age of 63 - an apparent suicide.

Facebook is blowing up over it.  I think he was someone everyone would have wanted as a friend.

But people seem surprised that someone that funny could be depressed.

Now, I'm not Robin Williams caliber hilarious, but I'm a reasonably funny woman.

I've also spent a fair amount of my life battling depression.

Never once have I considered not being alive as an alternative to being depressed, but I know that people get there, and they do that.

And just because someone puts on a good front in public, doesn't mean they have it together behind closed doors.

I'm sad for Robin's family and friends who couldn't reach him.  And for everyone who feels like they suffer alone.

We're all in this together.

ae

Comments

Natae Bugg said…
Perfectly stated. I too am no Robin Williams but have developed my sense of humor and my funny girl persona based on a lot of shit - I know you can related. It hit me hard when he died b/c I felt like I identified a bit...