Life is heavier on some people
It is a general principle in the media, suicide stories are underestimated so that these stories do not look encouraging.
Each suicide story means a defeat for those who are trying to stay away from it. It means another loss in the struggle for those who are trying to cling to life, even though they have spent their lives tinkering between life and death. It means another stone paved on the road of losing hope.
As a matter of fact, psychiatrists believe depression is a curable disease and scientific research supports this view.
Of course, this is easier for those in lighter cases or when the circumstances that have caused depression have been removed, but for some others depression is like a cold sore on one’s lip. It disappears with aid and support, but comes back at certain periods. That “virus” is never out of the body, maybe because the correct treatment is not applied. It hides like a mischievous enemy.
French psychiatrists, Frédéric Bourdin and Jean-Étienne Dominique Esquirol, refer to suicide as a type of madness during delirious times. Meanwhile, Delmas rejects these theories, arguing 90 percent of suicides are caused by a mental breakdown.
After Robin Williams’ suicide, there were some who defined his act as “selfishness.” I think those people are distant from understanding the human soul.
For them, the person who has committed suicide is selfish because they only think of themselves and not the ones they are leaving behind and because they do not know how to be thankful.
Suicide, according to some is cowardice, according to others, it is bravery.
Actually, suicide is neither…
The real reason for a person to end their own life is the pain they are suffering from has reached an unbearable dimension.
We tend to weigh physical pain over spiritual pain, whereas the soul hurts just as much as the body. And the soul of some people just hurt more. They hurt so much they cannot stand it after a while and they want to end that pain.
Robin Williams tried several ways in attempting to ease his pain before he reached this point. He took shelter by taking drugs; he went into rehabilitation and found a reason to live through his children. However, he was not able to get rid of that virus out of his body and at the end he succumbed to it.
Williams called it “legalized insanity.” He also said, “You’re only given a little spark of madness. You must not lose it.”
Another quote from him: “If you don’t keep pushing the limits, you wake up one day and you’re the ‘center square to block.’”
He couldn’t have been such a good actor without pushing the limits.
But life is not like a stage; he had also pushed the limits of life and obviously he pushed them too far.
Living is not easy. The world is not a fair and peaceful place. Life is more difficult for those whose radars are wide open, who feel the pain of others deeper down.
What falls on our part is to be able to perceive that depression is a very serious disease, and that it is even a deadly disease. We should be able to understand those suffering from this disease, assist them and provide care for them.
We should explain to those who have reacted to the sad messages shared after Williams’ death saying “Isn’t this an exaggerated sorrow for the clown of imperialism?” that maybe this man, instead of suffocating everybody with his depression, he enclosed it inside himself and got exhausted trying to cheer everybody up. Maybe this had forced him too much.
Instead of saying he should have been thankful with all he had, maybe it is more correct to thank him.
A selfish person should not have done this. He would have made us sad while he was alive and also while he was wandering at the edge of death. Be sure of that…