Written By: Jeremy Baumhower
I will admit that hearing, seeing, and reading the word “suicide” as many times as I have this week, has put me in a funk.
It’s depressing to hear about depression and suicide with the frequency of conversations this week. The worst part is the amount of news stories doesn’t seem to be fading away, even three days after the fact. The last time the nation mourned as a whole, may have been with the death of Princess Di. That time we could blame the paparazzi. This time we can only blame depression.
As someone who can relate with Robin’s energy and his battles, I think people should try to comprehend… that without his depression, there would’ve been no funny.
His internal struggle of self control, trying to filter what he said versus what he wanted to say is what made him so entertaining. You could see his brain thinking the entire time he was on stage or just being on. You never knew what he was going to do or say next, he was dangerous. He was the perfect entertainer for anyone who also has ADHD.
I feel his depression was also the driving force behind his charitable heart. There is a certain emotion of pure joy and happiness that comes from unselfishly helping others. That feeling can be incredibly addictive and is the perfect medicine for a sad heart/brain.
Robin Williams was just tired. He was tired of the ups-and-downs, the constant need to make others laugh or smile, tired of a world that moved slower than his brain. It can be exhausting to have a brain that never shuts off, that never goes into rest mode.
Robin wasn’t being selfish, he was exhausted.
I hope in death, Mr. Williams finds peace.