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Robin Williams: Depression, The Secret Assassin

We see a lot of stars with substance-abuse issues. Why?

I think celebrity itself is a drug. There’s withdrawal, because it comes in waves. You’ll be hot, and then you’re not, and then back again. Even now, with an Academy Award, it’s still, “Mork!”

Billy Crystal says stand-up is how you process the painful. Do we have to wish more painful things on you? You don’t have to. I find them.


“The world has lost one of its most beloved artist and beautiful human beings. I am utterly heartbroken.” Robin William’s wife Susan Schneider said in a statement this afternoon. “On behalf of Robin’s family, we are asking for privacy during our time of profound grief. As he is remembered, it is our hope the focus will not be on Robin’s death, but on the countless moments of joy and laughter he gave to millions.” –


I believe we do need to focus on the catalyst that killed Robin Williams. Depression.

Robin Williams was pronounced dead at his home in Tiburon, north of San Francisco, yesterday afternoon. The cause of his death has been initially ruled a suicide by asphyxiation. However, the coroner’s office is still waiting on the results of forensic and toxicology testing.

We can only speculate, at this point, on the reasons why a man of Robin Williams caliber would feel that he was no longer needed in our lives. He was beloved by so many. We can only guess that his battles with drug and alcohol dependency may have led to his unfortunate end.


In the 70s and 80s Williams was addicted to cocaine. He stated then that the death of his friend, John Belushi, and the birth of his son, Zachary Pym, were the reasons for his “wake-up call.” Then in 2006 it was announced that he admitted he was an alcoholic and checked into a substance-abuse rehabilitation center. In recent months he had been battling “severe depression,” according to his press agent Mara Buxbaum. He had again admitted himself into rehab for help maintaining his sobriety.

Depression isn’t just the blues. Depression isn’t a gloomy attitude. Depression isn’t pessimism. Depression isn’t a tendency to view life darkly. Depression isn’t gentle. Depression isn’t shallow. Depression isn’t subtle. Depression isn’t off to the side. Depression doesn’t speak in hushed tones. Depression isn’t Debbie Downer. Depression isn’t sleeping late. Depression isn’t keeping the shades drawn. Depression isn’t something we’ve all gone through. And depression doesn’t always respond to medication.

Unfortunately, in reality, depression sucks. Depression’s a monster. It’s relentless, cruel and has no sense of humor. Depression’s a maze minus an exit door.  Depression is your mind’s biology asserting its massive imperfections in ear-shattering screams. And depression can shriek. Depression doesn’t take a moment’s rest. Depression floods your blood with poison.  Depression’s a fingernail-climb up an ice-carved wall. Depression wants only the worst for you. Depression fights back when you dare fight against it.

The creep-on of depression is extremely subtle. We ignore the calls, signs, symptoms and even the things we do to give it life. In Robin’s case it was drugs and alcohol. In someone else’s life, it could be bad eating habits, a redundancy, a broken marriage, dealing with child sex abuse or a death in a family. In men, depression is caused heavily by the feeling of failure. In anything.

Please mates, buddy’s and dudes. If you have a slight feeling where your sleeping, eating or energy is off – go speak to someone. If you note you’re turning to alcohol or drugs more and more, then mate – please go to one of the below links.

There are so many agencies, doctors and counselors who are highly educated in this area who can help you. And if you catch it early enough, you’ll understand what it is and work to eradicate it from your life.

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