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Robin Williams’ Death Reminds Me That There’s Still Work To Be Done When It Comes To Depression

I was introduced to Robin Williams the way most people in my age group were — through the Disney animated movie Aladdin. Of course, over time I became familiar with other parts of his filmography. As a kid, I remembered wanting to meet him, because he seemed like the happiest guy on earth.

We know now that wasn’t the case.

When I heard the news of his death, I felt as if the wind was knocked out of me. This wasn’t like the other celebrity deaths in the news. It hit me because it could’ve easily been me.

You see, I’ve been suffering from depression and anxiety since my teens. It took years to get diagnosed, but had it not, I can’t guarantee I’d be here writing this.

My heart hurts with Williams’ death because I understand all too well the overflowing emotions of heartache, despair, and anxiety and the lengths he probably went through to hide it. 

I hid it not because I chose to, but because I didn’t know how to express it. I still struggle with that now.

My boyfriend just texted me to ask if I was okay since hearing the news. Though he knows about my depression and he’s very understanding, I feel like I can’t talk about it because you’re not supposed to talk about depression.

I don’t tell my coworkers because I’m afraid I’ll be seen as incapable. I don’t tell some members of my extended family because it’s so much more than “being sad.” Some of my friends know, but even then, I feel as though they don’t really understand because I don’t “look” depressed.

There have been efforts in the last few years pushing to erase the stigma of mental illness. I applaud those efforts, but I feel that we have a long way to go, not only in educating the public but also getting past self-imposed barriers of silence among those who suffer from depression and mental illness. 

For people like me, having the suicide hotline on speed-dial won’t help. I honestly don’t know what will. Williams’ death will be in the news cycle for a few days, but it will eventually be a memory. After every prolific suicide, we hope that something will change in the community, and there may be a few articles about the warning signs of depression. It can’t end there. Something has to change.

What I encourage people to do is to talk to someone with depression. Don’t give cookie-cutter advice of “it’ll get better.” You know, don’t even give advice. Sometimes we just need someone to listen to us.

kryberedits:

Amber being the pimp of the group….can you blame her?

I love her outfit in the 3rd photo. There IS such a thing as dressing androgynous without raiding EXO’s dirty laundry.

The background music for “It’s Okay, That’s Love” is off the chain.

And I’m loving Gong Hyo Jin in this — strong female in a k-drama ftw — but lee kwang soo is my favorite.

But those skinny rollers…not cute.

But those skinny rollers…not cute.

After this hiatus, if Sulli and f(x) can comeback stronger with a kickin’ repackage (the song should be about finding inner strength and giving the middle finger to haters) and a solo concert, success is the best revenge.

It would be great if Amber tweeted or instagrammed something comforting for f(x) fans (i.e. Taeyeon after the whole dating thing). These conspiracy theories are just going to spiral out of control otherwise.

It makes sense…she filmed two movies, which is exhausting enough, got wrapped up in this Choiza scandal, and that kicked up even more as Red Light promotions started. With him running his mouth and the crazy music promotions starting, it all probably got to her.

Amber took a hiatus in 2010-ish for almost a year…and we didn’t really get a full explanation about that.

I hope once Sulli feels better, they can comeback with a mini-album, she can dump Choiza to the curb, and f(x) can come back stronger than ever. We all date one bad seed in our lives, maybe that’s what happened to her. We all make mistakes.