It is sad to hear of Robin’s death and the reasons for it. It absolutely is. It’s tragic and scary that someone so successful and beloved could kill himself.
It makes you think. Or, at least it should.
For some reason, his passing doesn’t seem to be affecting me as much as it is others. I’m genuinely surprised by this, considering my place in Hollywood. I *do* feel as though his death is tragic, and that the world was robbed of a man with a kind heart and amazing talent, but I’m not going to actually sit and cry over the death of someone I’ve never met.
Does this make me callous? Selfish? Sensible?
I’m not sure. Perhaps my own recent experiences with depression have hardened me to it. Truthfully, I just want nothing to do with depression in any form anymore. I’m totally exhausted with it and I want it out of my life.
I think it a good thing that I sandwiched my twitter goodbye to Robin between a handful of funny, snarky tweets to Maisie and Co. It shows others in Hollywood that the show must go on.
And- I can’t help but think that that’s how Robin would have wanted it, anyhow.