On Robin Williams and Mental Illness

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I am no stranger to celebrity deaths. I carry vivid memories of my grandmother weeping when Princess Diana left us too soon. I remember down to the detail where I was and what I was doing when I heard about Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston. The shock of Heath Ledger, Cory Monteith, and Paul Walker, all taken unexpectedly in the prime of their lives, is still with me. It goes without saying that at the time of these deaths I felt sad. Death is not the kind of news that makes one feel joy. Still, though, I felt removed. The way you would feel if a coworker told you their husband’s mother died. Sad stuff, but not really impacting my daily life. I watched the people wailing on TV about how their lives were never going to be the same and I couldn’t help but think, “Why are you crying? You did not know that…

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