What's sad is that the human mind is capable of such wide swings of emotion, and if left untreated, when treatment is necessary, can ultimately lead one to take drastic measures.
I don't know Robin's day to day goings on, but I do know that he was / is a bona fide drug addict. No doubt about it. Now... drug addicts who are the real deal can get clean, and stay clean, provided they do the work necessary to do so. That work has a way of reshaping the mind, emotions, personality, etc. so much so that you would not believe it was the same person years later.
However, simply taking the drugs and alcohol away and doing nothing else.... no internal work, leaves the emotions raw, exposed, vulnerable. Everything is so glaring, so real.... it's sometimes too much to deal with. It happens a lot - addicts that no longer have their solution to all that ails them, the numbing sense of ease and comfort that comes at once by taking a few hits, drinks, etc... and now have whatever weight of the world might be upon them to bear, simply cannot find the will to go on.
Last year at this time I did not want to go on. I wanted to run out in front of a truck. I had screwed things up so much that I felt I was of no worth to anyone, I had no value, no position in life. I could not bear the thought of my loved ones standing over my death and saying "what a waste". I was in the depths of an addiction so bad that I had blown through all that was valuable to me, took from others, and actually pawned the bathroom scale to get dope. But my sister, my girlfriend, and my brother gave me a little bit of hope, and I kicked the dope, got my body healthy and have been working on my mind and my spiritual condition ever since, and a year later, I could not be a happier person.
All this to say that there is hope for all of us, not matter how far down the scale emotionally you have gone. Life is worth living. We are ALL of value to someone. Do not ever give up.
I'd heard this story before but forgotten about it. What an incredible man.
Christopher Reeve and Williams became good friends when they both attended The Juilliard School together. Williams claimed at the time that Reeve was "literally feeding me because I don't think I literally had money for food or my student loan hadn't come in yet, and he would share his food with me." In his book, "Still Me," Reeve wrote about Williams visiting him in the hospital:
Then, at an especially bleak moment, the door flew open and in hurried a squat fellow with a blue scrub hat and a yellow surgical gown and glasses, speaking in a Russian accent. He announced that he was my proctologist, and that he had to examine me immediately...it was Robin Williams...for the first time since the accident, I laughed. My old friend had helped me know that somehow I was going to be okay.
The Hunter S. Thompson quote earlier in the thread reminded me of this other one, that is hugely fitting:
"There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."
I'd heard this story before but forgotten about it. What an incredible man.
Christopher Reeve and Williams became good friends when they both attended The Juilliard School together. Williams claimed at the time that Reeve was "literally feeding me because I don't think I literally had money for food or my student loan hadn't come in yet, and he would share his food with me." In his book, "Still Me," Reeve wrote about Williams visiting him in the hospital:
Then, at an especially bleak moment, the door flew open and in hurried a squat fellow with a blue scrub hat and a yellow surgical gown and glasses, speaking in a Russian accent. He announced that he was my proctologist, and that he had to examine me immediately...it was Robin Williams...for the first time since the accident, I laughed. My old friend had helped me know that somehow I was going to be okay.
The Hunter S. Thompson quote earlier in the thread reminded me of this other one, that is hugely fitting:
"There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."
My sister posted the same thing and I said "One collapsed his neck, the other stretched his."
What's sad is that the human mind is capable of such wide swings of emotion, and if left untreated, when treatment is necessary, can ultimately lead one to take drastic measures.
I don't know Robin's day to day goings on, but I do know that he was / is a bona fide drug addict. No doubt about it. Now... drug addicts who are the real deal can get clean, and stay clean, provided they do the work necessary to do so. That work has a way of reshaping the mind, emotions, personality, etc. so much so that you would not believe it was the same person years later.
However, simply taking the drugs and alcohol away and doing nothing else.... no internal work, leaves the emotions raw, exposed, vulnerable. Everything is so glaring, so real.... it's sometimes too much to deal with. It happens a lot - addicts that no longer have their solution to all that ails them, the numbing sense of ease and comfort that comes at once by taking a few hits, drinks, etc... and now have whatever weight of the world might be upon them to bear, simply cannot find the will to go on.
Last year at this time I did not want to go on. I wanted to run out in front of a truck. I had screwed things up so much that I felt I was of no worth to anyone, I had no value, no position in life. I could not bear the thought of my loved ones standing over my death and saying "what a waste". I was in the depths of an addiction so bad that I had blown through all that was valuable to me, took from others, and actually pawned the bathroom scale to get dope. But my sister, my girlfriend, and my brother gave me a little bit of hope, and I kicked the dope, got my body healthy and have been working on my mind and my spiritual condition ever since, and a year later, I could not be a happier person.
All this to say that there is hope for all of us, not matter how far down the scale emotionally you have gone. Life is worth living. We are ALL of value to someone. Do not ever give up.
yahoo has an article up stating that he hung himself with a belt.. was he into auto-erotic asphyxiation?
Leaning towards this theory myself. The belt accompanied with the reports of "possible suicide" sound like they're trying to save the family from embarrassment.
The coroner during the press conference made it sound like there was a note so I seriously doubt it was autoerotic asphyxiation. Most people don't write a note before rubbing one out.
I don't like Republicans, but I really FUCKING hate Democrats.
Sex with an Asian woman is great, but 30 minutes later you're horny again.
The coroner during the press conference made it sound like there was a note so I seriously doubt it was autoerotic asphyxiation. Most people don't write a note before rubbing one out.
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