“If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.”
anonymous reader on The Dish
One of the more helpful and insightful things I’ve seen about depression/suicide in the last couple of days.
I know this is late but I was in the hospital and dealing with my own suicidality when Robin Williams died. One of the hardest things for me to deal with about my chronic mental health issues (besides my symptoms) is that if I finally die because of them, almost nobody will remember me for my fight. No one will remember me for somehow managing to live past 16; 20; 22; 25. Instead I’ll be remembered for failing to live longer than I did. I can’t think of any other chronic high-fatality illness in which people memorialize your death as a failure instead of a life-long struggle.
“When people say ‘This is my baby,’ they don’t always mean a baby. Sometimes they mean a dog.”
— A Somali student, on what has surprised her most about the United States. (via tiredestprincess