I meant to update y’all before this. After some dancing around last week and getting the thing approved, the surgeon’s office called and rescheduled me for August 27th. Sort of a good thing? My neighbor’s father died and she’s having a really hard time. Her S.O. is going to drive me but I think everyone would prefer that he’s there for her right now. I wish I had other options and didn’t have to bother them at all. On the other hand, it prolongs my stress and the annoying symptoms of a band that needs to come out.
It was a sleepy weekend here. Perhaps that is backlash from the surgery stress? There was so much I wanted to get done and didn’t. But, I suppose nothing that won’t wait a few days.
I am deeply saddened by Robin Williams’ death. As someone who also deals with recurrent depression, it’s both hard to see someone who has given up the fight and it’s so understandable that he did. He touched so many people with his comedy and acting and yet he apparently still had that dark place inside. Something we shared.
We’ve talked about depression before. How, like the weather, it doesn’t always stay dark and gloomy, the sun will come out again. But as everyone with depression knows, the sunshine doesn’t last. The dark and gloomy is just waiting to return. And sometimes, even when the sun is shining, you can’t help wondering when the dark will come again and whether you’ll survive it this time.
I didn’t know him. I have no clue what he was going through. But I wonder whether he had just had enough of the dark. Whether he just couldn’t take it one more time. Or whether this time, he didn’t believe the sun was coming back one day.
I’m so sorry for his family and friends. I hope that he has found peace.