Depression is more than just sadness. It’s trying to contain a semblance of self in a growing madness that wishes to masticate you like a cheap meal and toss you out once done.
If one’s creative, like me, outlets to frame what’s eating at you are chased and utilized to keep the voices or pangs of something stronger away for another moment or two later down the road.
Sometimes we can keep those pangs and voices at bay, and sometimes they overwhelm us so that we have no choice but to surrender.
Rest in peace, comedic prince. You did good on the journey that you were born to travel, and while we only had you for a short time, you made your mark. I will miss your talent and laughter, and whenever my pangs come through, I’ll watch a film of yours and temporarily laugh with you.
RIP Robin Williams
Gone too soon. But not forgotten.