Robin Williams

I hope this amazing man is finally at peace. I'm writing today for the people who don't understand Depression. For the people who are saying mean and horrible things about him. Depression is, in a word, vicious. Every day hearing from the one person who is supposed to be lifting you up, all the negative things about yourself,in a scream.Having the amazing things in your life and not being able to see that because all you hear, is the anger and the negative things just hollered and echoed through your head, day in and day out. Spend one day, shoot fifteen minutes, and tell yourself nothing but horrible things. Tell yourself your ugly, fat, worthless, going no where, that no one loves you or cares about anything you do. That no one would care if you vanished. No one would notice if you where gone, their lives would still go on without a tear shed. Why would they? Because your nothing. Your worse then nothing. No one is going to love you. Your going to spend your life alone, wishing and praying for a love that is never for you. When you go out with your friends you see other people and how happy they are. The girl sitting over there is glancing your way and you KNOW she's thinking "What are those people doing with her? She's not worth their time. Look at her? All fat and ugly. God look at that face. Why does she come out in public? Fat cow. Look at her eating that? Like she needs another meal. HUH Can I get you a shovel?" Mean while your friends are sitting around you and your smiling, acting like your having a great time. Everything is fine and they have no idea. No idea that you want to vanish in the background, fade through the wall, and just silently vanish. All these things, coming from YOURSELF. The one person that is always supposed to have your back. The one you rely on to get up and go to work in the morning. To hate yourself more then anything in this world, it's unbearable. Living in this unbearable world day in and day out is the hardest thing to do. You don't want to wake up in the morning. You want to stay in your slumber. Medications don't always mean a fix. Sometimes they do nothing. It's still the same. Maybe the voice talking to you is slightly quieter. Not so viscous. But it's still there. Everywhere you go. Everything you do. It's there. Day in and day out. So to all those people who are thinking horrible things about him, or any one that suffers daily, if you don't know, don't judge. Don't be that person. The person who makes their feelings seem more valid. Instead be the person that has sympathy for the family. Be the person that wishes them peace, even if they have done the unthinkable. I wish everyone the peace they deserve. Five minutes, fifteen minutes, then a day, a month, a year. And most of all I hope all those that suffered and only found one way to end it, The peace they deserve in the worse way. May your afterlife be filled with all the wonderful things you should have been saying to yourself, and all the wonderful things you should have experienced. Feel the love that was there for you when you could only feel the negative. And know the most precious to you will be with you soon.