I’ve endured life threatening depression on two separate occasions and can only impart that it’s greatest power is illusion. You truly don’t see what’s in front of you. The voices are outside of your control and eventually death does seem like relief. It’s an illness in keeping with schizophrenia or cancer, we simply don’t know how to tackle something as intangible as depression. It doesn’t help that the term ‘depressed’ is thrown around as much as ‘love’.
While we out in the world see a wealthy, cultured world traveler with everything going for him, there is literally no way to understand what’s inside. For perspective, I don’t own a gun, simply because I know things can get dark enough, quick enough that I loose control. A bit like being afraid of the dark, it’s irrational, it’s subjective and your biggest fear is being left alone with yourself. Those are reasons it’s important to surrender to ‘not know but empathizing’ as opposed to questioning it.
Asia, his girlfriend, has clearly had an awful 12-18 months.
I hope Anthony’s daughter grows up to understand her father didn’t go because she wasn’t enough, he went because he didn’t feel. That’s projecting, I know, but on the off chance she comes across this board, there’s love and a future in this world and you’ll be showered in the adoration your father left behind forever, that, is what you mean to him. It’s in the voices and eyes of all who leave their every day world and travel with him on screen.
RIP Tony. Tell Robin Williams and Phillip Seymour Hoffman what’s up! Cook them something special!