Hi there APJ,
I know this is late to the party and you are probably all completely over the suicide of Robin Williams. Tonight my BFF said something that really made me think. What killed Robin Williams was depression, suicide was his cure for it. An eternal cure. A man who lived till 63 and finally succumbed to the black dog.
I am more moved by Robin Williams suicide than I have been about the loss of so many other entertainers. I don’t understand why but until tonight I just cry and yearn at the thought of it.
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To anyone else out there who suffers depression, is suffering depression, please try and find another cure. One that will give you time here on earth and maybe time to pull through your depression. Being dead may last forever. If there is only this one life then you better push your way to freaking fabulous, 100% drive to amazing. If this is all you get, and you have been burdened with depression then the good times are a gift, such an amazing and incredible gift and when they come around this bleak blue will seem like nothing. A whisper, a shadow, a story, it will feel like all the bad happened to someone else and you will feel joy.
Here is the first tribute that I feel I can share with you.