Technically is a short circuit in the brain.
I suffer from anxiety and depression, I know my mind is messed up and I have lost so many opportunities in life.
But 3 years ago I started to face the issue with all I had, therapist, psychiatrist, even every spiritual and religious option.
Today I have ways to go around like in the movie Terminator 2 when he is on the floor and his brain just reconnect itself creating another route.
Well, since February I do not take any kind of pill, not even vitamins, no work outs, nothing. And I am getting every time better. I am taking another degrees in school, I have my stable job, I am saving more than half of my salary and I am going out more. I am more self aware and more present.
But I know people who are not making it.... I have an ex girlfriend who suffers from anorexia and bulimia. I can not talk to her because she is dangerous, she is hanging out with drug dealers, I had to back up.
But the thing with Robin Williams today is that those demons in your head are real. They will take over you. Poor man, he was innocent.
"Awakenings" was my personal favorite performance of his. What a shame.
Work outs are good for you. In general, physical labor/exertion is believed to help those with depression. But this is not an argument, just an opinion.
As far as depression, I am no expert and don't suffer from it, but my impression there is a base point that we label as normal and from there it radiates outward. Those who exist on the edge, we call them sick, but are they? Or are the mental facilities that promote both creativity and genius also related to the torment of depression? For whatever the reason individuals feel discontent, what the rest of us view as illness, is this an illness or a matter of just being different? When someone experiences severe depression and decides it's time to check out who are we to say cheer up? From our perspective, it's hard to relate, but obviously the individual is experiencing life differently than we are. Are they broken, or is this who they are?
I don't know and this is not a thesis, just me thinking out loud. It is related to the notion I have presented in this forum previously about how much choice do we really have?
USAToday said:Investigators in California said today Oscar-winning actor Robin Williams's death was a suicide by hanging: He was found dead in his bedroom, clothed, slightly suspended in a seated position with a leather belt around his neck, with one end wedged between a closet door and door frame.
At a press conference today, Lt. Keith Boyd, assistant chief deputy coroner for Marin County, Calif., said he was cold to the touch and rigor mortis had already set in.
Apparently, Robin hanged himself.
http://www.usatoday.com/story/life/...williams-death-leaves-world-stunned/13947643/
He slit his wrists too.
The man believed he had no hope left.
So damn sad.
We all suffer from something, some people are mellow, others like to call the attention, that doesn't mean you are manic depress or suffer from narcissistic disorder. But when you are certain age and you have been into the police a few times, or you are beating your girlfriends or you can not stay in a job for more than 3 months or you are certain age and living with your parents and no degree... when you start to show you are dysfunctional is when you may be having a mental problem OR you are the consequence of a mental issue from your parents.
Many people are nuts and we make fun of then, most of the time is part of finding ourselves when we do crazy things. But when you are close to 30 years old and still hitting the wall when every one else has moved on... there is something going on.
I only started watching The Crazy Ones in the latter half of its first and only season. And when Robin Williams was on camera, his lines were so much funnier than the rest of the show, so much more off-the-wall, that it was easy to guess that those lines were not in the script, it was just Robin Williams winging it and being his usual brilliant self.
Minds like his are one in a million -- if that. Nobody else could simply pull such wonderfully silly stuff out of thin air the way he could. It was like it was effortless for him. That's why he was brilliant.
And yet for all his talent and success, he was depressed enough to kill himself. They say comedians often go into the field to help deal with their demons. Robin Williams' demons -- alcohol, drugs and depression -- obviously were very strong. And it just got to the point where he said, "You know what? **** it. I can't deal with it anymore."
Very, very sad.
He slit his wrists too.
The man believed he had no hope left.
So damn sad.
Robin Williams was a true comedic genius. In World According To Garp and Dead Poets Society he showed how mastery of the dramatic arts as well as comedy. His wife announced today he was in the early stages of Parkinson's decease and I suppose he found the combination unbearable. My prayers go out to his children and friends. I will miss his work, but they will miss the man. RIP Robin, I hope you found what you have been looking for.
His wife announced today he was in the early stages of Parkinson's decease and I suppose he found the combination unbearable.
I can understand not wanting to live with a disease like that, so if he was just wanting to avoid having to go slowly downhill I'm not sure it really was that bad of a decision. It would be nice if assisted suicide was legal so someone who decides that they don't want to live with a terminal disease doesn't have to die alone.