"When you finally let go, it is like opening your front door and seeing yourself standing there again.
Welcome home, it’s been so long.”
Absolutely devastated by the tragic loss of one of the greatest Art Warriors of our time. And reminded, yet again, of the vital need for continued dialogue and compassion regarding the complex, often misunderstood, often stigmatized, disease of depression. Make no mistake, depression is very, very real, and not a word to be thrown around casually. There are people all around you suffering greatly, and often in silence, for fear of judgment and/or being misunderstood, and I urge all of us to practice compassion with each other, as well as with ourselves.
No one is immune to pain.
For those who may not understand how such an extraordinarily talented, funny, and warm human being could take their own life, I believe David Foster Wallace summed it up best, and Id like to share his quote with you below.
“The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill him/herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill him/herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.” - David Foster Wallace
We’ll miss you, Robin.
If you care about something enough, it’s going to make you cry. But you have to use it. Use your tears. Use your pain. Use your fear. Get mad.
If you want to be unhappy, uncomfortable, and insecure, just spend your life trying to do something that is not right for you. It is just like trying to wear shoes that don’t fit.