The breaking news of Robin Williams’ Death fell like a bomb in my life. It was all so sudden and unexpected.The one seemed to be the happiest man in the world, which easily let out a laugh, to commit suicide? Makes me think how shocking this is, and when we think we know a person, after all no one is what they appear to be. During the whole week I was very thoughtful about the subject, and today I even cried. What goes in the head of a person that leads them to commit suicide? And today, when I was alone at home, I felt a strange need to try to understand it, I even grab the belt. I just wanted to know what was in the head of Robin.
this society is so harsh and cruel … you die and the world goes on, without you, like if you even have not existed.
I’ve been depressed, quite seriously, twice in my life. Both times there was a fine line between sanity and mania, life and death. Both times I nearly didn’t make it.
Those who aren’t depressive simply cannot know what it feels like.
It feels like you’re not really alive—just a shadow of a shadow. The world loses all meaning, color, depth, purpose, light. All that’s left is a hollow monochrome shell and all around you people are living their lives in full glorious technicolor.
You feel like an aberration. You can’t help but feel that the world would be better off without you.
Oscar-winner Robin Williams has died at the age of 63. Reports are still developing, but the initial findings are that his death is contributed to asphyxia (suicide).
I honestly have no words. Celebs die all the time, and it’s always sad, yes. But this one sucks majorly in a way I haven’t experienced in a while. Williams was a big part of some of my favorite childhood movies and was still in his fucking prime. I just can’t believe it’s true.
What a truly sad day.