No humour found in this post is unintended.
I don’t want to believe it’s happened. I’ve been punched right in the feels. Feels about it and feels for him. (His family included.)
I just… I can’t….
I can’t even look at him while I write this, so I’m using other fandom GIFs.
I think I was born knowing the name Robin Williams. From Popeye and Mork and Mindy (reruns, obviously), to Hook and Mrs. Doubtfire, to his stand-up routines and Night At the Museum, he’s been a part of my life all my life.
It’s been about 52 hours since I heard the news, but I still can’t get over it. It’s not just that he’s gone, but also how he’s gone.
I’ve been there with pain. I’ve had depression; there were many times that everything hurt so much I thought death was the only relief. I’ve also been just so stressed and overwhelmed with life that I don’t want to do it anymore. I’ve had friends attempt suicide, and then there are those who succeed…
He was the funniest man in the world, but his heart was breaking.
I’m OK. It’s just too soon to watch videos/movies with him, and too recent to forget for more than a minute.
And I’m just expressing myself here as therapy.
