And it hits me hard. Not only was he one of my favorite actors and comedians on earth, but whenever someone battling depression ends up losing that battle, I can't help but feel heartbroken. I can't help but feel a pain in my chest and a hole in my heart. It sucks. I've been there, and I was able to come out of it before. Yes, I'm battling again, but I've won once.
So did Robin. This wasn't his first war with severe depression. He was an alcoholic, and in his younger years, a drug addict. After being in rehab, he pulled out and recovered. Then, life hit him again. He needed to have a heart transplant (he actually talks about this event in one of his comedy specials). Ever since then, Robin had a hard time getting back onto his feet. He was still funny, inspiring, and just amazing, but there was something still off. There was still something that was holding him back from reaching his true original status as comedic king.
It's a silent killer. And it's relentless. You may overcome it once, but that doesn't always mean the battle is over. Mental illnesses like to fade away and then strike you when you are weak, kick you when you're down, punch you in the gut when you're not paying attention. And when you aren't prepared to fight back, it can kill you. It'll take you down and not let go. It drowns you. It suffocates you.
My heart goes out to Robin and his family. He was truly an amazing person, not just celebrity. While I wish he found it in a better way, I'm glad he is at peace now. The war is finally over. You will be missed Morty, Jack, Peter Pan, Genie, Mr. Roosevelt, Dr. Patch Adams, and Mrs. Doubtfire. You will forever live on in our hearts.
You're only given one little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it. -Robin Williams