I just heard that Robin Williams killed himself. What a tragedy, what sadness.
Mental health, mental health above all, people. If you liked this actor, make sure you honor his memory by doing something for your mental health today.
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Damn, what a bloody waste and a pain for his survivors..
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Very sad and yes, a bloody waste. My father took is own life, I feel so sad for Robin Williams family.
Clarissa your suggestion that we all do something for our mental health today is a good tribute. I shall pick damsons from my tree and make jam, it’s so satisfying and every jar tastes of summer days.
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I’m very, very sorry about your tragedy! Damson jam sounds like the ticket!
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// Mental health, mental health above all, people.
ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΈΡ ΠΈΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠΈ
ΠΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΈΡΠ½Π°Ρ ΠΎΡΠ³Π°Π½ΠΈΠ·Π°ΡΠΈΡ Π·Π΄ΡΠ°Π²ΠΎΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π²Π½Π΅ΡΠ»Π° Π²Π°ΠΆΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ Π΄ΠΎΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π² ΠΠ»Π°ΡΡΠΈΡΠΈΠΊΠ°ΡΠΈΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΡ ΠΈΠ°ΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π·Π½Π΅ΠΉ ΠΈ ΡΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΉ DSM-5, Π° ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π² ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡ ΠΎ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠΉΠ΅. ΠΡΠΈΠ²ΠΎΠΆΡ Π² ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π²ΠΎΠ΄Π΅.
“… ΠΠ°ΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠΉΡ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ ΡΡΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ·Π½Π°ΡΠ½ΠΎ Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π·Π½ΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΡΡΠΎ Π² Π½Π΅ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ ΡΡΠ½ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈ-ΠΊΡΠ»ΡΡΡΡΠ½ΡΡ Π³ΡΡΠΏΠΏΠ°Ρ ( Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠΈΠΌΠ΅Ρ, ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ΅Π½ΡΡ, ΠΏΡΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΠΈΠ΅ Π² Π ΠΎΡΡΠΈΠΈ ) ΡΠΈΠΌΠΏΡΠΎΠΌΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΏΠ»Π΅ΠΊΡ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠΉΠΈ ΡΠ²Π»ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ ΡΠΊΠΎΡΠ΅Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΡ ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π½ΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΠΉ…”
http://www.snob.ru/profile/9794/blog/79612
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“Robin Williams was sober but was struggling with depression, anxiety and the early stages of Parkinson’s disease when he died, his widow said Thursday.”
I don’t think every suicide is a mark of bad mental health. May be, he didn’t want to reach the advanced stage of Parkinson. In our town in Ukraine, one woman (a nurse or a doctor in profession) committed suicide because she didn’t want to suffer a slow, painful death from cancer.
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Robin Williams was struggling with mental illness for decades before that and he said so many times.
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Made me think about “The Suicide’s Room” by Wislawa Szymborska. She wrote “No prospects? The window had other views.”, but sometimes there are no other views.
I’ll bet you think the room was empty.
Wrong. There were three chairs with sturdy backs.
A lamp, good for fighting the dark.
A desk, and on the desk a wallet, some newspapers.
A carefree Buddha and a worried Christ.
Seven lucky elephants, a notebook in a drawer.
You think our addresses weren’t in it?
No books, no pictures, no records, you guess?
Wrong. A comforting trumpet poised in black hands.
Saskia and her cordial little flower.
Joy the spark of gods.
Odysseus stretched on the shelf in life-giving sleep
after the labors of Book Five.
The moralists with the golden syllables of their names
inscribed on finely tanned spines.
Next to them, the politicians braced their backs.
No way out? But what about the door?
No prospects? The window had other views.
His glasses lay on the windowsill.
And one fly buzzed—that is, was still alive.
You think at least the note could tell us something.
But what if I say there was no note—
and he had so many friends, but all of us fit neatly
inside the empty envelope propped up against a cup.
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The early stages of Parkinsonβs disease are treatable. I think it was just the last drop and he could not take it all anymore.
May he Rest In Peace.
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“… make sure you honour his memory by doing something for your mental health today.”
I ditched my “holiday retreat” in favour of going somewhere else where the food’s better, the people are generally nicer, and my money spends a lot farther …
I feel better already.
The window clearly had other views, but that wasn’t the way out — I got on a plane. π
(BTW, yes, there was a reason I went quiet — massive jet lag will mess up your week.)
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