When I read today that Robin Williams passed away I immediately felt shock. Like someone in my family died. A roll of all his movies I’ve ever watched played in my head. As though his death signalled the end of all of them. A part of my childhood has died. And it hurts. It really hurts.
It also amazes me how much of an effect he had on my life. The laughs. The tears. The memories of watching his movies with my family. It’s amazing how a complete stranger was made so real through film alone. I think that speaks to how great of an actor he really was. He had a rare talent. Or maybe that he wasn’t really acting at all. Just being himself.
Someone tweeted that they felt like they just lost their favourite uncle. I couldn’t have said it better myself. That is exactly how it feels. Like I just lost my favourite uncle. And for what?
It just goes to show you how someone so great and that appears to Have It All can be suffering so much.
The stigma of it being ‘taboo’ to discuss let alone acknowledge is incredibly damaging and can lead to tragedy.