We are not okay. Not all the time. And sometimes we are made to feel (or certainly we’ve been conditioned to feel) like that’s not okay. But life is rough. It just is. And sometimes we can’t cope. And sometimes we can’t speak this truth through the shame or silence.
So whenever someone slips off the ledge, while acknowledging there is a difference between being depressed and battling Depression, if we’re keeping it real, we know that there “but for the grace of God” go any of us. Through our art, our relationships, laughter, sometimes medication, prescribed or otherwise, we cope. But some nights, even that is not enough.
RIP, Robin Williams; thanks for the whirlwind.
And, if only…