Robbin Wiliams Dead?!

I think it's fair to understand the pain and anger felt by the people left behind when a loved one takes their own life. I do not think it's fair to call it cowardly.

Wow, last person I would think that would take his life. So sad.

The last person, huh? Really? You must not have known much about his personal life. While I am deeply saddened by the news, it is anything but shocking. It was a long time coming. Depression is no joke. Poor guy.

Yes. He has been struggling with addiction and depression for pretty much his entire adult life. I only hope that he has finally found some peace.

Oh, this is good. Please tell me all about it. You may find this hard to believe, but you're not the only one to walk down these paths.

I didn't say that I was the only one, nor am I the one who is calling people names (and neither were you but I do note your sarcasm and I did read your post before you edited it).

My only point is that there are two sides - the one of the grieving family/friend and the one of the overwhelmed and burdened person in pain. I think both sides should be looked on with love, understanding, and compassion. I know there is a lot of pain left behind, but there was also a lot of pain before it happened.

Perhaps I'm just not getting my point across correctly, so I'll just bow out of the conversation. I hope you can find peace in your grief.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

It shocked the hell out of me...you really never know what is going on to make someone want to take their on life.
It's extremely sad:frown:

Me being an *kitten* hat and it wasn't necessary. I'm sorry.

People deal with grief in different ways and in their own timeframes.

Here's a good article for some perspective, with an important quote that reads: "Remember, grieving is a personal process that has no time limit, nor one “right” way to do it."

http://psychcentral.com/lib/the-5-stages-of-loss-and-grief/000617

The five stages of grief is one well known model for understanding the grieving process, and in using it as a tool, it's important to stress there's no set order for going through the stages.They aren't always linear, and you can't simply deny or wish away the raw emotions of a stage. You can't tell someone to not be angry or sad or to simply get over it.

Understand people are at different places in dealing with this issue. Attacking each other and how we grieve isn't the best way to go here.

^ Someone needed to post this. I also need to step back.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Dead Poet's Society.

The first movie I saw him in a dramatic role.


on another topic, happy is the forum reader who has discovered the ignore function. This thread should remain focused on the loss of a cultural icon, not angry trolls.

Unless you've suffered from mental illness, you have no idea what he or anyone else who commits suicide is going through.

I know, I'm stunned