Posted on 08/12/2014 1:28:29 PM PDT by NKP_Vet
I’m not normally one to write a blog post about a dead celebrity, but then I suppose there is no such thing.
There are only living celebrities, not dead ones. In death, wealth and prestige decay and we are brought into a new reality, the only reality there is or ever was — one which, for much better or much worse, doesn’t care at all about our popularity or our money.
The death of Robin Williams is significant not because he was famous, but because he was human, and not just because he left this world, but particularly because he apparently chose to leave it.
Suicide.
(Excerpt) Read more at themattwalshblog.com ...
It’s probable he didn’t have a choice. Mental disease is truly “demons”, “little voices”, a loss of grip. Mental disease doesn’t simply allow for a person to say, “I’ll live the life the Lord meant me to live.” People with eating disorders don’t “choose” to waste away from starvation. They don’t “choose” to purge every time they eat.
Since I didn’t listen to him or care for any of his movies or filthy stand-up “comedy” routines, I didn’t realize he was such an anti-Catholic bigot. Just another vile leftist trying to be funny.
Being a liberal didn’t help.
They already have a pretty dim view of the world without piling clinical depression on top of it.
I, personally, have never been clinically depressed. But I have been around people who were. It is a horrible disease. They just sit around doing and saying nothing. They are profoundly sad and in a very dark place. I have no idea what that feels like and I’m not going to say that someone in that state has the mental capacity to make a rational choice. Perhaps they are just like someone with a delusional disorder who thinks he can fly and jumps off a building. Perhaps the depressed person committing suicide is making a “choice” just like the delusional person.
So I disagree with what Walsh says here. Suicide is not a rational choice for a lot of people.
Lots of folks need help early on to regulate their destructive behaviors at the root. Like heat stroke, the longer you wait, the more you endure the harder it’ll get to deal with each time.
It was probably a suicide but you never know. I use to know a retired police chief, he is now deceased, who worked over 50 years as a cop.
He once told me that some suicides are either homicides or accidents but they just don’t know for sure.
It is said R Williams has died, I’ll have to say that Robin Williams was one of my favorite actors because I loved his character in “Good Morning Vietnam” in “Mrs. DoubtFire” in “RV” and so on.
But I really don’t think I or barely anyone else can say they are grieving the real Robin Williams that has just died. The Robin Williams we all think of is probably about as real as the Genie from Alladin.
It seems only those close to the man really knew him.
Here is hoping that God laughs at you, rather than something worse happening to you.
What about Christians who commit suicide? Guess they're burning in Hell, right?
....”Suicide.....The final refusal to see the worth in anything, or the beauty, or the reason, or the point, or the hope. ....The willingness (choice) to saddle your family with the pain and misery and anger that will now plague them for the rest of their lives..... but it is a choice, and we have to remember that”......
In this case, and most, the time involved to plan and carry out the means of evidences ‘more than one choice’ was made to bring it to it’s final climax.
If alcohol or drugs are involved...then choices were made to consume them....the blame isn’t anything but the persons who opts for this end. Reasons are insignificant...the end is always the same...dead.
“Some people just get sick of living, I don’t understand it”
Not the ones with God in their life. I used to drink like a fish and didn’t care about anyone but myself and how I could make myself happy. Then I found the Lord and started living for others and found the reason for my existence. It’s pretty simple. Love of God overcomes any depression.
If I broke my leg, I would pray and I would also see a doctor.
If I were so depressed I started seriously thinking about injuring myself, I would do the exact same thing.
You’re too kind, by far.
Robin Williams killed himself because he was unable to make Kierkegaard’’s giant leap of faith and contemplate anything outside of himself. That’s enough to leave a person clinically depressed.
Uuuuh no. I’ve got a lot of issues with suicides, but if he was diagnosed with depression that’s a disease. The fact that he got to 63 that way is a lot of triumph. I’ve got a friend that suffers from massive depression, I know he’ll die by his own hand, it’s inevitable. Everyday he comes up with reasons not to, eventually he’ll fail. And Jesus doesn’t cure that, it’s a brain chemistry problem.
Depression, in the clinical, is a physical illness. Kierkegaard was a writer, not a doctor.
Depression is treatable to those who want treatment.
Depression is treatable to those who want treatment.
The real sadness for me in Williams’ death is that it caught me harkening back to where I was at various times in his career, all the way back to Mork.
I see myself in my college digs, watching Mork and Mindy faithfully.
I see a teacher friend of mine being screamed at that “Good Morning, Vietnam” would not be shown in Sr. Gov’t class.
I see myself watching “Aladdin” in a crowded theater, on a date.
“What Dreams May Come,” while beautiful, was a crushingly sad one to see.
I do feel really bad for his relatives. But my main focus, I discovered today, was self-referential, as his was a career that has woven through mine.
I hope he is in a better place, but based on faith, The Word says otherwise.
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