The sad passing of famous comedian Robin Williams came as a shock to all but a question arose in all that. How could he have been depressed? He was a comedian, so he was always laughing right? It’s always easier to take things at face value than to investigate the underlying layers beneath the mask of a clown.
I have never been an advocate for suicide but I do understand the toll depression can take on one’s life. It has become human nature to present a “scripted persona” to the world as we may be ashamed of events occurring in our lives or fear resentment from our counterparts. This tends to cause a double life where we are keeping up appearances and at the same time trying to keep the closet full of skeletons under wraps. When all else fails, suicide seems like the most plausible option, but is it really?
Human are naturally social creations. We crave for acceptance and association. The problem arises when we try to act like we are perfect and think that we can weep any problem under the carpet. The more problems we ignore the more the repercussions are. Negative energy we keep stored slowly eats us up from the inside until it’s too late. Who can you open up to, when everyone seems to be playing judge, jury and executioner in your affairs?
There’s one person that everyone needs, preferably as a companion. Someone you can vent to and air your frustrations to without being judged or debased. We all need somebody to lean on. I have found myself being that someone on several occasions. As long as I have made a difference in someone’s life and shown them the silver lining I have no regrets. I don’t want to be the person thinking that I could have helped when it’s already too late.
Your life is precious, never be made to believe otherwise. If you ever need someone to talk to holler at me on Twitter (@sp3kktracular) or on my Facebook page Sp3kkTrumn.