The Bold Truth about Robin Williams

Everyone loves Robin Williams. So talented to strong who lost the battle with depression. Now it comes to light that he was battling the early stages of Parkinson's disease. Everyone knew about the battle with sobriety. But this was truly shocking. Everyone says nice things about him, it's not nice to say negative things about the dead. But, here I am going to stray from the feel good portion of my blog, break my rule of trying to put a positive spin on things. I'm going to shoot from the hip and from the heart and I mean it when I say, “Robin Williams you are a coward!” I have friends with Parkinson's and I have Multiple Sclerosis. I got diagnosed in my prime 27 years old after I had been suffering from it for years. NOT the ripe old age of 63. Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate You got a life you coward, fate stole mine! You had fame and fortune and money to battle the disease and you had to take the cowards way out? People will remember you for the great things you did, who will remember a girl who didn't get the opportunity to do great things? What about my friends with Parkinson's? Should they follow suit? They don't have the money or power to help fight the disease, so should they snuff out their light? Depression is a terrible master. I have felt the weight of it on my shoulders. You owed the world. You don't have to live your life in poverty and in pain. How many deaths will your death spur on. How many people will give up hope just because you took the cowardly way out and so many people looked up to you. The world noticed when you were gone, who's going to take notice of the millions of people out there who battle this pain and sorrow on a daily basis. So with all due respect sir, because you are my elder I call you a coward. You are not a martyr for the cause, I will not only speak of the amazing films you made because now they are tainted with the acts of a coward. I will not speak of the father who showed his children that some things we just aren't able to overcome. I will not speak of the man who left his wife alone to grieve. I will speak of the coward who took the easy way out, who left the torch for all of us who battle these diseases without cures and carry the torch because the cowards way is just not our way. But thank you. When my legs hurt so much that I would rather amputate them, or my vision goes and I become blind, or my body refusing to co-operate lands me in a wheel chair, or I have to see the look of pain on my daughters face when she see's me suffer so, or when I'm unable to dress, or feed myself or perform bodily functions I will see your face and I will laugh. Not because you made me, not with you but at you because you are a coward and I have endured this pain longer than you have. You aren't the hero everyone makes you out to be. You aren't the spokes person for depression. You are a coward who took the cowards way out and hung yourself and left you body for your wife to find. The petechiae in your eyes, the discoloured of your face and the stench as you inevitably defecated yourself will be burned into her mind forever. You couldn't have even done it in the bathtub so that someone wouldn't have to clean so hard after your death? O coward my coward is what should be written on your epitaph. Thank you for this extra burden that you have placed on the people who are already suffering. Thank you!