I say bullshit.
A friend posted a comment about the suicide death of Robin Williams, stating that if she had one wish it would be "to show him how so many many people loved him." And gods, I'm just seeing red over this.
Obviously, from her unintentional insensitive comment, she's never
stood on that edge, debating which way to tip the scales. She's never
sat there with a razor blade to her wrist, trying to screw up the
courage to finally end it. She's never sat there with the bottle of
pills and a bottle of vodka, debating if she'll truly drown it all out
this time. She's never put the rope around her neck and debated if she
should kick out the stool.
And while I'm grateful (though a little shocked, to be honest), that
there are people out there in the world that have never truly faced down
that decision.....it just floors me that she (and others) think that if
he just knew he was loved, it would have been all better.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Depression is a DISEASE. Simply having people who love you won't
keep you safe from suicidal thoughts, behaviors, or success. True, with
a good support network, you tend to get help sooner. But Mr. Williams
was getting help. He knew the demons he was facing. And no one
else...especially those who have never experienced those demons first
hand....can ever truly understand what he was going through.
It just seemed like her comment, as well intended as it was meant, degrades the whole MENTAL ILLNESS aspect of it.
Would you have said the same thing if he had died of cancer? Really? Oh clearly, if he knew how many people loved him, he wouldn't have let the cancer win. *shakes her head in utter disgust*
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