The more I think about it, the sadder I get. People don't understand depression. I feel for Robin Williams so much to have felt that desperate/overwhelmed/sad/unfilled/whatever emotion(s) drove him to suicide (suspected). And it seems the funniest people are the ones with the darkest demons. Humor makes it feel better. Sometimes eating makes it feel better. Anything compulsive and in excess makes it feel “better” but for a moment.
Everyone you know is fighting a battle – have patience, be understanding, and be there for them.
“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
RIP Robin Williams