Depression robs you of your humanity, your energy, and your desire for life. It continually whispers in your ear “you’re not worth anything. You’ll never be worth anything.” Addiction is one of the tools it uses to beat you down, and break your spirit.
Of all the roles that Robin Williams ever played, the most successful one was the one he maintained right up to his death. He gave an Oscar worthy performance by masking the despair and pain that he apparently felt.
His comedic talents were amazing, but his dramatic ability is what I will always remember. A graduate of the Juilliard School, Mr William was able to make the viewer achieve total buy-in to whatever role he played.
I knew him as Mork, Adrian Cronauer, John Keating, Peter Banning, a blue Genie, Euphegenia Doubtfire, Patch Adams, Alan Parrish, Armand Goldman, Fender, & Theodore Roosevelt.
Every one of those roles were different from the others. He was an awesome actor, a great comedian, and by all accounts, a generous human being. And yet, he wrestled with a tiger every day. He was public about his weaknesses, even using his recurring problems with alcoholism as comedic material. Because he was so public, so “out there,” the reports of his utter depression hit his fans like a sucker punch to the gut.
Saying goodbye means forgetting. We won’t forget Robin Williams. So, instead of saying goodbye, I’ll say see you next time around!