Turning on my computer this morning, I was stunned into stillness. Robin Williams is dead, potentially from suicide. I honestly don’t even know where to start with this as that man is responsible for more laughter and joy than I can possibly say. ‘Jumanji’, ‘Hook’, ‘Mrs. Doubtfire’ and ‘Aladdin’ were my childhood. I remember watching ‘Mork and Mindy’ in the 80s, my dad listening to ‘Good Morning Vietnam’ excepts in the car. ‘Awakenings’ was shown in Drama class and stayed with all of us long after. ‘What Dreams May Come’ had me sobbing more times than I’d like to admit and I watched it until the tape wore through. ’24 Hour Photo’ was one of the creepiest things I’d seen, and I was in awe that it was the same person who could make me laugh so.
I know people die everyday; heroes, villains, the good and the bad, but this man was such a huge part of my life that it didn’t ever really occur to me that he was mortal.
The one lesson that should be taken from this is the powerlessness and hell that depression is. Go hug your friends, your family and tell them you love them as even the brightest star can be hiding hell of a lot of pain despite a big smile. As a sufferer myself I have nothing but awe that he was able to be so much to so many whilst fighting such a hard battle with his own demons.
You will be missed Sir