This afternoon, I was laying on the sofa, listening to the radio (yes, I LOVE talk-radio), when it came over the air that Robin Williams had died. I nearly fell on the floor. That man was my childhood. Mrs. Doubtfire, Hook, Jumanji, Dead Poets Society, Aladdin, Mork & Mindy, and the list goes on.
Being a Hollywood star in the 1970's and 1980's couldn't have been easy on anyone's liver, or nostrils.
Like I said: I grew up watching Robin Williams. I can tell you with 100% honesty that the last movie my parents ever watched in a movie theatre was 'Dead Poets Society'. Not because they didn't enjoy the movie, but because they just don't go out to movies. I can also tell you that the first stand-up comedy DVD I ever bought was 'Robin Williams Live On Broadway'.
Yep, that's one funny man.
The reason why I'm writing about Williams here, on my Mental Health blog is simple: He allegedly committed suicide. Even if the autopsy comes back and says it was 'natural causes' at the age of 63, he still had many demons we didn't all know about.
I remember growing up, and watching this man on TV, and in movies. He never failed to make me smile, and sometimes even laugh.
Over the last few years, when I first started noticing I was having Depression issues, I would often turn on 'Robin Williams Live On Broadway' or dust off my old VHS copy of 'Hook', and put it on, and drift away to a better, happier place.
Robin Williams was to me, what One Direction is to someone I love very much: He saved my life.
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