Robin Williams apparently had had enough. His death, at age 63, is tentatively classified as suicide. Some of us have more of a struggle simply staying alive than others. Here is that coverage.
Williams had endured the loss of his close friends The Reeve Family, both Christopher and Dana. After that, he had a setback in his battle with substances. But, he got back on track.
Those of us in recovery programs felt his sense of lostness. We knew what he was going through because we had been there.
After my two dogs, Nicole and Joshua, died I too had a relapse. A cognitive therapist, a contract job at Home Depot, and the need to take care of my four cats kept me on some form of life support. It was two years before I could make the decision that I wanted to live.
It seems that Williams made the decision that staying alive wasn't worth his effort any more. Why wake up every morning and anticipate those internal demons could act up those days, making you feel less-than?
In the rooms of recovery we will salute Williams' 63 years. He made it through more than six decades, despite his torment.