Robin Williams is for me, like many people, simply another celebrity, another comedian, another popular figure from the movies of my childhood. I enjoy his movies, the characters he played, the lines he delivered, but I am not intimately acquainted with his career. So why did the death of this man hit me so hard that I became quiet and distant during a night out with friends?
The answer is simple. In the suspected suicide behind Williams’ death, I see myself. More importantly, I see what I’m afraid will happen to me in the future.
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