Robin Williams’ Depression. And Mine.
Robin Williams died about a year ago. As a tribute I am reposting a piece I wrote last year, in hopes that others might benefit from reading about my struggle with anxiety and depression. I’ve also learned a little more in the last few months.
Robin Williams’ death jarred me. And disturbed me. Reading about his struggle with depression and anxiety, his words kindled my own dark memories.
Unlike Robin, I’d found a way out.
Before he died, Robin Williams lived in constant fear. Sometimes he drank or took drugs to make it go away:
It’s just literally being afraid. And you think, oh, this will ease the fear. And it doesn’t.
But what did he fear?
Everything. It’s just a general all-around arggghhh. It’s fearfulness and anxiety.
As he described falling into that deep hole that showed no way out, I could relate.
In the summer before I began graduate school I began worrying about money — and probably other things I can no longer recall.
But at some point I began fearing fear, itself. I just didn’t realize that that’s what was happening.
I felt tremendous anxiety. And I started worrying that I would hurt myself, because I felt dark impulses to do that. Maybe others deal with this sort of thing by cutting?
For some reason I thought healing would come from focusing on the ominous force: exploring it, finding what lay at its base. Because then I could deal with the root problem. Right?
But I only fell deeper.
But in my first weeks of grad school I happened to read something that discussed what I was enduring — even though the reading was sociology and not psychology.
The text said that when people move into depression they often think that focusing on it will help them find the root problem to be overcome. But the focus just draws you in deeper. What you should do, instead, is focus on something else — preferably something happy.
From experience I could see that my focus had only drawn me deeper into a hole, and I was shocked to learn that I should ignore it, instead of try to understand it.
Luckily, UCLA was full of new experiences and fun distractions. And I saw that these drew me out.
And so I did two simple things. One was easy and one was not.
I realized that my taste in music was more introspective than cheerful, and I needed to get outside myself and into a more positive mood. So I bought some more upbeat tunes. And I watched funny movies. And I did fun things. And I simply chose to feel joyful. It sounds kind of silly, but it did help. That was the easy part.
It’s hard to know why disturbing feelings can feel so compelling, and yet they were. It took every bit of willpower I had to keep from being drawn back into them. But it helped to have something positive to be drawn to.
So for a while my life was battling the dark allure and choosing the light, instead.
I was fine by Halloween – and I tried helping another
And yet my transition was very quick. I was fine by Halloween. Here’s why I remember:
A guy I’d begun dating had been asked by his minister to help a young man in their congregation with a mental health issue. My boyfriend asked me to have a talk with him. (He’d thought I was studying psychology, not sociology — although my focus later became social psych.)
Not being a psychologist, I doubted I could help, but I said, “Sure.”
So the friend came over one evening and began talking about the constant fear that haunted him. As he spoke I saw his experience in my own.
I told him that I knew what to do because I had just gone through it, myself.
When we finished he said it was the first time he’d felt his burden had been lifted. Even after seeing professional counselors and psychologists, this was the first time he could see a way out. Maybe that’s because he could see someone right in front of him who had been there and back.
The young man was a Hollywood make up artist, and offered to give me an amazing makeover, in payment. But Halloween was coming and my roommate asked if he could do our make up for that, instead. I was annoyed — wanting to see how glamorous I could be. But not wanting to seem vain, I agreed.
I’m not sure how much I helped because I didn’t keep in contact. So I can only hope.
In the years since, I have met depression and anxiety again, but I’ve never been driven as deeply into it as I was that summer before grad school. Because now I know what to do.
And, I’ve gained a few new tools.
If you haven’t seen the movie, What the Bleep Do We Know? you might want to check it out.
The film shows how repetitive thoughts create strong neural connections in the brain. In the years before watching it, I was still stalked by shallow, but unrelenting, anxiety. I realized that I was just in the habit of feeling fearful, and had developed strong neural connections that needed to be weakened. Seeing that it was mere habit, I found it easy to say, “Well it’s dumb to be fearful over nothing, so stop doing it!” So that faded away, too.
I also learned about meditation which, with practice, helps you to let go of any thought you want.
After Mr. Williams death someone wrote a letter to the editor saying that depressed people lose touch with joy. So everyday after I meditate I simply choose to spend a few moments feeling joyful. I have no problem feeling anxious for no particular reason, so why not choose to be joyful for no particular reason?
Why was I able to find a way out when Robin, and others, don’t? I don’t know. Maybe finding a key to relief early on — within weeks of onset — helped. Perhaps the depth of my trauma was much more shallow. Others may need intensive therapy and medication. But maybe the things I learned could aid them, too.
On the chance that my story might help someone else, I’ve chosen to share it.
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Posted on August 7, 2015, in psychology and tagged Anxiety, Depression, Mental Health, mental illness, psychology, Robin Williams, suicide. Bookmark the permalink. 39 Comments.
I don’t know if you know the singer, but just two days ago Chester Bennington of Linkin Park died and it was by suicide. I used to love their music, Chester was an awesome singer. I’m sure some of your students probably listened to the band, maybe not when they were in college, but before that time as Linkin Park’s most popular hits were in the early 2000s, but they played through late 2000s as well and some were very popular. The singer had a wife and six children, so six kids without a father now. Apparently the guy was the victim of sexual abuse as a child and probably to cope with Ptsd, he want to drugs and such.
But he might have had help, but it seems like serious clinical depression can be a constant battle, daily struggle and recurring too. Crazy thing is his last songs before dying seemed like a cry for help and he had a song released, a new one just before he killed himself thursday morning. And they said thursday was Chris Cornell, who Chester was good friends with, who died a month agos birthday. So it seems like he planned and knew he was going to end his life Thursday. But the crazy thing is listening to his older songs, they are cryptic, but it didn’t dawn on you before until he’s died, but his lyrics and previous songs were almost like journals and diaries of his thoughts and daily battle with depression. Like it’s an inside look of the day to day thoughts and struggles and just variable things on one’s mind whose constantly going through life with depression. Crazy and sad.
I was so sorry to hear that he died. I appreciated his music. 😢
It’s so sad when learning about his past such as him being sexually abused as a child :(. Rape and sexual abuse, cause post traumatic stress and unfortunately even if with treatment. It can haunt and follow a person for the rest of their life and it seems like he’s been depressed for a very long time. Like I said, it’s crazy, you just see his songs differently and lyrics after his death. And realize his songs were “journals” of his constant battle with depression which makes it sad and you think of people battling like that and people traumatized and fighting every day to keep their head above water. I’m going to copy and paste some lyrics of popular songs. It’s crazy, he was talking to “us” all along it seems or voicing his inner battles. Some think the song heavy was a cry for help. First “In the end”
“I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter”
Song Crawling lyrics
“Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There’s something inside me
That pulls beneath the surface
The new song that came out “Heavy”
“I don’t like my mind right now
Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary”
I’m holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
So much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down
I liked Shadow of the Day, it was his acknowlegdment of the many cruel and bad things going on in the world but brings to light everyone aware, but how people have become “numb” to it and stay where they are and don’t do anything to change things. The lyrics and music video play to that. And this one I’m going to post the video because the video effects were so cool, but so cryptic with the song being about “waiting for the end to come” Such a powerful song, but even more seeing emotion and meaning that could have been behind it.
This is a touching piece. Maybe I could work it in when talking about how damaging sexual assault can be.
I know it’s not that short, but I think this one is worth reading. And I tried to limit what I could. Like I said, a morbid song, but so powerful and that ending of the song, so haunting, the sound and lyrics.
Okay. I’ll read it in a few days. I’m going to have a little bit more time for this next week.
I love to find inspirational gems as you’ve seen. I heard a song that is so heavy, and not an upbeat song, but it’s a good song. I’ve heard it the last few weeks and you might have heard it but I thought I’d share in case you haven;t and even if you have the singer’s explantion of the song as well. It’s inspiring in the sense that singers and actors have platforms and use it at times with charities and stuff to help. But I don’t usually see where their literal talent is used to help people and they make that decision or see how their gift can help others. Logic, admitted it was a heavy song and who “wants to do a song about suicide?” But he said fuck it and went forward with it because it mattered so much for him to help others.
He explains the lyrics verse which was so clever, but I had a feeling for such song the singer/rapper must’ve had something causing that and he said his fans explaining how he’s helped them and his personal life of people he knows well who have battled depression or committed suicide. But it’s a good song, but also so moving. The very last verse or ending of the song is haunting and has an emotional sound. Men, women, boys and girls all can deal with depression, but these lyrics made me think of that battle that seems like it can effect men, this lyrics “I know it I know it I know I’m hurting deep down but can’t show it
I never had a place to call my own” Never had a place to call my own I believe is literal, but can see it as metaphoric, men putting on “masks” from true feelings, that’s not your own hime right? Can you call it home? And I think of if a person is to that point they won’t know the # of the suicide hotline, but just think, hearing this song and you like, you will remember the number because of this song. I was lucky to not deal with it personally and no family or friends, but just recently a girl I work with lost somebody I believe to it and it’s so sad because this friend she had was like a really close friend and so young. And the girl I work with is such a sweetheart and nice girl :(. But here’s the song
I know another video but both short. This is where Logic the singer explains the lyrics and reason for the song and behind it all.
I been struggling with depression too, but is not as often as it used to be. Depression is so horrible, you re sinking in a hole of memories and stuff in which makes you feel like a failure and it’s not true. When I knew that Robin Williams died, I was devastated! my favorite actor, the one who I truly loved died! I cried and cried! I have never cried for an actor because I don’t know them and etc. But Robin, he was different. His death made me think about life and the ways how you can end it, and yea, hanging is one of the options that crossed my mind when I am like that depressed. But it is just a thought, not something that I would do or at least… I haven’t been that depress in order to kill myself. I had a girlfriend that most of the time was depressed because of: family, school, life, etc. I made it shorter but the family part is a very sensitive topic… Her mother is a monster!. I helped her to stop doing that in a way that I had to harm myself to make her understand that cutting doesn’t heal your feelings. And I guess I succeed because she still alive.
Depression is such a difficult monster. So glad that you are slaying that one.
I went through the same experience and now reading this is how i got out of my stages of depression but it doesn’t necessarily mean they don’t come back. I have some pretty crappy days myself, but seeing some of my friends deal with this as well, i have to ask. Although their situation is much greater than mine, is this way of dealing with depression suppose to help everyone? maybe it the kind of situation where it can’t truly help until they accept the true feeling of joy. But in many cases i have tried to help my friends the same way and it works for a little while, but they always seem to go back to the stage they were at before. I’m not trying to say this doesn’t work because i did for me, or maybe they just need to spend more time figuring out what makes them happy?
Some people need medication maybe because their trauma was greater or because they got deeper into it before some of these coping strategies were introduced. But since I’m a sociologist and not a psychologist, I can only guess as to why the things that you and I tried worked for us but don’t work for everyone.
Robin William’s death is indeed a great loss. It was extremely sad to hear such a shocking news. He was an amazing actor!!
And kudos to you for over coming your heavy thoughts and shinning bright!! 😀
A very important and brave post! Thank you for writing it.
I have suffered from panic disorder for at least 40 years. I SO get that when I started being aware of the fact that it is fear of which I was most afraid, it spiraled out of control. But I’ve worked hard to put together a personal panic management routine. Thank you for stopping by and visiting my blog.
You’re welcome. And I’d like to hear more about how are you dealt with it if you ever write about it on your blog.
Oh no, Georgia, I’m speechless. I only can send a felt heart hug. So strong. ❤
Thanks so much. Appreciate it.
Thank you for sharing this I’m sure it will be of help and comfort to many and for me it’s thought provoking….thank you also for visiting my blog 🙂
You’re welcome. And I hope so.
Hi Georgia…Depression and its aftermath—have taken ‘way too many’ creative spirits from us. You are the Best! Wishing you a ‘happy’ Sunday…Phil
What a wonderful post Georgia! I love your attitude to depression and I am so glad you were able to approach it so constructively. I have had anxiety before, and it was horribly debilitating. It was a heAlth issue though, and when the issue was over, so was the anxiety. It was such a relief. In that way though, I don’t think that thinking positively would have helped in this case, as it was part of an illness rather than an error of thought.
Luckily I had a lot of help — pointers on what to do. And I do know that sometimes medication is needed. Glad yours was short-lived.
It takes immense strength to share what you have shared. Depression is the worst to deal with. We lose many things along with peace. It’s good that you fought back and you are out of it. The feelings that you have shared, I can completely relate it!
I think it’s good to talk about feeling this way, it helps other people realise they are not alone.
Thanks. Hope so!
Great posts and I understand what you mean… It seems that depression is a shade that covers even the brightest spotlight at times… I also feel sad at times myself… But when I do I try to push it forward and …well my startegy is a little bit pragmatic … I do things… 😀 Kinda of works, you know…
Also I want to introduce you a very young lady who I came across lately and whose posts I am enjoying very much… http://courtneysvoice.com/2015/08/06/recovery/ … I hope you can read that post! … Virtual smiles and best wishes! Aquileana 😀
Thanks. And I will have to check it out.
What an inspiring personal story! In my own case I was able over time to distinguish and disentangle the separate states of mind and stories, ultimately gaining the capacity to rid myself of the debilitating ways of thinking that I had realized were counter to who I am and my values. I came to realize my recurring way of thinking had been reinforced, as you say thru repetition, and I was able over time to think my own thoughts and cast off the old habitual thinking. Thus I was freed up more than ever to be myself. Such a liberation, with increased capacity to truly connect!
Thanks so much for sharing your story. Looks like you’re talking about successfully using this strategy for other sorts of circumstances.
Sending you a hug. ❤ Thank you for sharing and shining a light on what few want to openly talk about.
Thanks so much for the hug!
And you’re welcome. I hope it helps someone.
This is wonderful.
Thank you for sharing your path
Thank you. I hope that this will help someone!
I work with this regularly. My co-morbidity seems to generalised anxiety and suicidal thinking. In my case I need medication. But I have also always had to realise that my thinking was spiraling downwards and tell myself that I needed to think about something else. Anything will do as long as I keep repeating it long enough for the dark stuff to go away.
But what I have realised is that I am incredibly lucky in having light stuff available to me. Not everyone is that fortunate. Their life-circumstances are dark, dark, dark. I’m not sure I would be able to work my way out if that were the case.
I can really relate to what you’re saying. I really think that going through this for the first time when I had first started UCLA was really helpful, because there were a lot of really wonderful distractions that aided my Choice to be distracted — choose to be wonderfully and joyfully distracted.
And yes, I recognize that sometimes medication is also necessary.
Thanks so much for sharing your experience.
Interesting post. I’ve had a similar experience with past depression and anxiety and have found all the advice you offer helpful. It was difficult at first to change thought patterns, it was as if I had an addiction to feeling sad. Over time it became easier to consciously choose a more joyful way of living and the depression and anxiety gradually became less acute.
“It’s like it was in addition to being sad.” And my experience was like an addiction to being extremely fearful and anxious.
It’s the strangest thing how you can feel compelled to live in darkness. I found it amazingly difficult choose to feel differently.
Now I choose to feel joyful every morning – intensely joyful – and I’ve been doing really well. In addition to doing the other things I talk about.
I hope that sharing my experience can help someone!