Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. I only just heard the sad, sad news of Robin Williams’s death. My wife sent me a message to tell me he had died, and, when I asked her what he died from, she told me something that nobody in the news seems to be talking about.
When people die from cancer, their cause of death can be various horrible things – seizure, stroke, pneumonia – and when someone dies after battling cancer, and people ask “How did they die?”, you never hear anyone say “pulmonary embolism”, the answer is always “cancer”. A Pulmonary Embolism can be the final cause of death with some cancers, but when a friend of mine died from cancer, he died from cancer. That was it. And when I asked my wife what Robin Williams died from, she, very wisely, replied “Depression”.
The word “suicide” gives many people the impression that “it was his own decision,” or “he chose to die, whereas most people with cancer fight to live.” And, because Depression is still such a misunderstood condition, you can hardly blame people for not really understanding. Just a quick search on Twitter will show how many people have little sympathy for those who commit suicide…
But, just as a Pulmonary Embolism is a fatal symptom of cancer, suicide is a fatal symptom of Depression. Depression is an illness, not a choice of lifestyle. You can’t just “cheer up” with depression, just as you can’t choose not to have cancer. When someone commits suicide as a result of Depression, they die from Depression – an illness that kills millions each year. It is hard to know exactly how many people actually die from Depression each year because the figures and statistics only seem to show how many people die from “suicide” each year (and you don’t necessarily have to suffer Depression to commit suicide, it’s usually just implied). But considering that one person commits suicide every 14 minutes in the US alone, we clearly need to do more to battle this illness, and the stigmas that continue to surround it. Perhaps Depression might lose some its “it was his own fault” stigma, if we start focussing on the illness, rather than the symptom. Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. He died from Depression*. It wasn’t his choice to suffer that.
"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
So…I just realized that
Ishikawa Kaito voices Kageyama from Haikyuu, with a jersey numbered 9
and Kokonoe Arata from Zankyou no Terror, who is also known as Nine…
Also, Saito Souma who voiced Tadashi from Haikyuu (jersey number 12)…
voices Zankyou no Terror’s Touji Hisami, who is also known as Twelve.
My friend’s cat though…
I’m minding him while she’s with her family, and I’ll tell you as much, he’s such a psychotic creature, it’s tragic. I know this. I know he can be actually dangerous if you don’t take care, he’s even attacked his ‘mom’, my friend a few times. And by ‘attacked’ I don’t mean feet grab or things like those, no, fucking jumping at her jugular with all he’s got, only instinct helped her back then.
Anyway, I just got back, I feed him, he’s all yaaay I love you *purr purr rub rub*, you know, all that, *throws self on ground PET MEEEE* and I do for a while, then do my stuff, he follows me around still all normal.
Suddenly, he snaps, starts meowing and runs into the bathroom.
Still, fairly normal-crazy cat behaviour.
I follow into the bathroom a little while later, about to do some bathroom business, standing in front of the sink, while he keeps meowing. I pet him, he licks my hand, I think, are you really in such a cute mood right now? He keeps licking my hand and arm, suddenly he tries biting, not the cute way though, the full on aggressive bite way, and I pull away, yell “NO” at him.
His eyes suddenly are the mad-cat eyes. You know, the eyes they have when they’re about to kill something. He keeps meowing. His whole body is tense. Staring at me, swaying some, as if unsure whether to just jump me or not.
I keep my hand up. I’m not gonna play this game. I’m not gonna back away either. I’m stronger than you, my muscles are tense, and I’ll grab you by the neck quicker than you can sever my hand, stop this.
We had a quiet, very weird exchange for a minute or two, fuck that tension, before he seemed to ease up some. I also let him smell my toothpaste. He didn’t like it.
Maybe he “woke up” from that, I don’t know.
He’s lying curled up behind me now.