Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel.
Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain.
Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight.
Go and see him. That should pick you up.
" Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor...I am Pagliacci.”
Sorry but as much as I loved the guy, he did not die of depression. He died of years of using powerful psychoactive street drugs coupled with massive amounts of alcohol and the gross brain changes that accompany those addictions.Blaming depression as the cause for his suicide is like blaming the smoke for burning down your house.
Like the rest of the country, I was happily entertained by Robin Williams.
Now I am angry with him.
A man of influence set a very poor example for those who revered him. How many will follow him, especially when he is being showered with praise and sympathy?
Suicide is the most self-centered act imaginable. The perpetrator thinks only of himself and weighs his own pain far above that he leaves behind for those who care for him.
They, family and friends and fans, will never forget, and not in a good way.
Anyone who suffers from any major illness must seek help, and sometimes treatment is brutal. Depression and other mental illnesses are no different, but it’s just wrong to opt out and inflict the suffering on others.
This is a case of a man who chose to no longer deal with the struggles of life that we all face.
He chose the easy way out. I have friends manic depression/ Bipolar who have to fight it every day with a tenth of the resources Mr Williams had.
I feel sorry for his family, for the person that found him, and for the others who suffer from depression who now are thinking “Maybe killing myself is the best way out!”
But he chose to do it. Celebrating suicide is madness, and a sign of the sickness in our culture.
It is neither.... it is a joke