Robin Williams, Virginia Woolf and the undertow of mental illness
Robin Williams is for me, like many people, simply another celebrity, another comedian, another popular figure from the movies of my childhood. I enjoy his movies, the characters he played, the lines he delivered, but I am not intimately acquainted with his career. So why did the death of this man hit me so hard that I became quiet and distant during a night out with friends?
The answer is simple. In the suspected suicide behind Williams’ death, I see myself. More importantly, I see what I’m afraid will happen to me in the future.