This is a modified version of a post I made on my personal facebook last night, on the death of Robin Williams, a great artist who has openly admitted to being “manic” and suffering from depression. I don’t know if he was ever diagnosed with bipolar disorder itself, but if there’s anything more needed than manias and depressions, I’m not sure what it is.
One of the great tragedies of bipolar disorder is that no matter how beloved you are, no matter how many people you make happy, no matter how good you are at anything, be it your work or your hobbies or your family – there is always, always, that nagging feeling that you suck, you are a terrible person, that you don’t deserve what you have and that you do, in fact, deserve to die.
Robin Williams lost a battle. He didn’t lose it because he…
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