None of my own experiences combined with what I know of my father's life make me think any less of a person who chooses suicide. In this week of unhappy reflection, I've found myself repeating that phrase a lot. Who are any of us to understand what pain another is going through, or to what depths?
Professional and material rewards blind society to those who need help. We equate a great resume and large bank account with happiness. Casual observers don't register anything wrong; sufferers are too conflicted about the emptiness they feel.
The world is in shock over Robin Williams' death. It's hard to believe he committed suicide. Or, is it? The brilliant actor and comedian candidly disc...
I will never understand death. I will never know the intricacies of how it works. I don't know who will die next, and whether it will be someone who I'm close with or someone I barely know or have never met.
Before I was diagnosed with an eating disorder and spent time in treatment with people facing all sorts of affliction, I, too, was one of those people who thought mental illness only happened to those people.
Fred's journey through grief is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. He has been able to maintain a healthy, loving sense of connection with Rose and at the same time engage in living in the present, and allowing his life to flourish.
It is paramount that we only focus our efforts on creating flow within our own minds because there is no way we can maintain structure in our external environment. Maintaining a mindful and non-judging awareness of ourselves may be the highest form on intelligence.
There is a deep infinite emptiness that accompanies the loss of a pet and member of the family. Many pets are viewed as 'furry children' and losing them at 10,12, even 14 years is a tragedy.
These are not The Best of Times/Club Paradise is lost to some/The Survivors are left to mourn/And wonder What Dreams May Come
Earlier this week, I was sitting at a hockey game in Matyshi, a suburb of Moscow. I was there to watch three young officials work a junior league game. I had just settled in to watch the start of the third period when my phone rang.
If his suicide has any silver lining, it's that depression and mental illness are now being talked about more openly. In far-flung India, China and Vietnam, where mental illness, especially depression, is a taboo subject, it is now on the front pages of newspapers and TV programs reporting on Williams' suicide.
These celebrity losses can also trigger painful memories of our own past losses and can raise existential questions.
I don't look forward to death because it will cramp my style, but at the same time, I don't view it as the ultimate tragedy. As I view life and death, the ultimate tragedy is living in a way that you miss opportunities to make a difference in the world around you while you are alive.
There is so much to learn from a beautiful man like Robin Williams. Robin taught us that adult laughter and comedy were healing. He could, just by being him, make any topic, dark or light, somehow hysterically funny. We were all enamored with him because he reminded us to see the humor.
The actor's death should be a springboard for opening up the dialogue on what depression is really all about.
Depression is a real disease, serious as cancer or heart attack. For some they fight for years trying to make sense of it, balance chemicals with medication, and go to counseling hoping to see the brighter side of life. Others like my stepmother and Robin Williams have already lost that fight.