Robin Williams: Comedy and Tragedy

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“Killing oneself is, anyway, a misnomer. We don’t kill ourselves. We are simply defeated by the long, hard struggle to stay alive. When somebody dies after a long illness, people are apt to say, with a note of approval, “He fought so hard.” And they are inclined to think, about a suicide, that no fight was involved, that somebody simply gave up. This is quite wrong.”
― Sally BramptonShoot The Damn Dog: A Memoir Of Depression

I’m at a loss for words.

When I heard about Robin William’s suicide, I wept.

I never met the man, but I saw every film that he was in and marveled at his comedic genius. He was a brilliant comic, and yet he could turn the coin and be a stunning, dramatic actor.

He had charisma. Hell, he exuded charisma!

He made me laugh (the deep belly laugh, tears streaming down my face) and he made me cry.

I am both deeply sad and angry that he died…. way too soon, at the age of 63.

What is so tragic is that in one moment of madness (deep depression), he ended his life.  It only takes that one moment.

Life is finite. The decisions one makes in an instant, may have a lasting, irreparable impact on one’s life.

If Robin had taken a few more minutes to think about his options, the blessings in his life, would he have made the same choice?

I think not.

The very concept of suicide breaks my heart.

We all have our own personal religious and spiritual beliefs, but… let’s face it, who among us has died and come back to tell us what lies beyond?  Therefore, doesn’t it make sense to make the most of our life (lives) while we’re still here on this earth?

As long as we live, there is Hope.

My heart goes out to Robin’s family and close friends.

He was one of the Special Ones. One of a kind.

R.I.P. Robin Williams. You will be missed deeply.



heatherfromthegrove’s poetry spotlight for today: “The Fury of Abandonment” by Anne Sexton


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The Fury of Abandonment

by Anne Sexton


Anne Sexton born on November 9,1928, in Newton, Massachusetts – a deeply troubled and brilliant American poet known for her extremely personal, emotional and conversational verse. She battled mental illness for most of her life.  Her first manic episode occurred in 1954, followed by a complete nervous breakdown a year later. Encouraged by her therapist to write poetry, as a means of cathartic therapy, Sexton discovered what was to be her true calling in life. Her poetry covered themes that reflected her own psychological challenges: depression, manic tendencies and suicide and nothing in her personal life was off-limits. She wrote about it all – becoming one of the most honored American poets and earning herself a Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. Sadly, her illness (today, she would have been diagnosed as suffering from bipolar disorder) began to escalate and, on October 4, 1974, she committed suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning. She was forty-six years old.

The Fury of Abandonment “Raw emotion” is what best describes this disturbing poem. One of 15 poems from the “Fury” sequence, later published in a collection titled, “The Death Notebooks.”  Published just after her divorce from her husband, it was the last collection of her poetry to be published before her suicide in the autumn of 1974. The advancement of her mental decline is felt with every unapologetically tortured word. It is as riveting as it is disturbing.

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