This is one of those days where I had planned to write something, but felt compelled on one particular issue. I, like many, was saddened by the passing of Robin Williams on Monday. He was such a great actor with so many great films. What saddened me the most was learning of his severe depression and the possibility this was suicide.
In the last year, I have known quite a bit of families
impacted by similar tragedies. I am starting to think that the 20’s and early
30’s are marked by tragic death. It’s like a threshold we have to go through
when entering “adulthood.” In some ways, this particular tragedy affects me the
I have read in writer reflections and have had writer
friends recently express their battle with various forms of depression. I really believe it is a byproduct of the creative cycle. Emotions flow when writing, sadness is no exception I
am not going to glorify what I go through as anything on the level of their
struggle, I will say that most who know me know I go through what I call “mood
swings.” I question my ability as a writer. I question my purpose in life. And I
even start to question my self-worth. In many ways, I do believe there are
times in college when my life might have been different had I not been
surrounded by such a strong support system and had I not held onto my faith. I
feel it is what helps me stay in the “mood swing” category.
This weekend, an unrelated discussion came up about regrets
in my previous writings. For a while now, with all the tragedy going around my circle
of friends this year, I have begun to regret one thing: David’s suicide in The
Lord of Nightmares. I often say this novel came out a little dark because I was
really starting to question the evil in the world. Where was the lightness of
childhood? What hope did we have as people? Writing David’s suicide, I think, was
my subconscious reflection on this feeling of death being the only way out.
What I regret is not necessarily that I wrote it. In all
honesty, I’m not sure how I would have changed it if I was aware then of the
issue as I am today. I guess my regret is that I missed a bigger discussion.
Things like suicide are so real in our world, but we tend to gloss over them as
a society. For instance, on the radio Tuesday, the DJ’s went from talking about
the tragedy of Williams to and “issue” on a reality show. We feel the impact,
but we don’t really feel the importance.
I’m not sure how I would change David’s death. I think the
psychology of it is worth exploring. I guess I would have changed the
discussion. I would have made it more prevalent to the story. Ultimately, I think
I would have liked to push that David was mistaken. Death is not the only way
out. As writers, I think we forget that we have a threshold. Let's entertain, yes. But let's also discuss and encourage.
Rest in peace, Mr. Williams. You certainly brightened my life for quite