Tonight, with the apparent suicide of Robin Williams, it feels appropriate to resend this post that I wrote after my family was touched by suicide. The message of this post seems all the more relevant as one of the most outrageously funny beings has passed, leaving us to wonder how it could be that a man who outwardly lived with the unreasonable joy we all seek has chosen to leave his body…
I took a long, deep breath after I wrote that headline. A sadness filled my heart. My fingers typed extra slowly as my mind debated whether to even continue with this article. This is such a delicate subject.
This past month my family was touched by the suicide of someone close. Close enough that she had recently visited our home and our children played together, often over the web. At the time of her death I had debated writing about it and had opted not to. Just too raw of a subject for us all.
Today I had a long conversation with a very close associate who plays an important role in my writing. She too had recently been impacted by suicide and we spent an hour talking about the deep pain, the rich lessons, and the open questions we both were experiencing. It was a conversation that freely mixed tears, philosophy, and the kinds of real-life spiritual questions we are all asking deep inside.
Having said that, I’m still debating whether to go on. But I will …
I have been pondering why suicide carries such a charge. Death, in all its forms, is difficult to digest. Regardless of our beliefs, when someone leaves the physical body there is a very real mourning to be done. Despite our lovingly articulated eulogies of better places, peace and rest, we miss and mourn people who pass on, which is part of the beauty of the human experience. But suicide is different. It brings with it so much more than mourning; it’s more intense and … it’s so personal.
That’s what I want to discuss today: the personal aspect of suicide. First, let’s take some more deep breaths together and get into a space of safety and connection. We are in this together.
The answer to the question I posed above about the intensity around suicide is, for me, that suicide forces us to confront the reality of our relationships with others. It makes us stare head on into the incoming traffic of our minds and face the truth that we are making each other up. The I that I am to you lives only in your mind, and while we may agree on names and adjectives and other words to describe me, the I that I am to someone else is totally different because that version of me lives only in their brain. This goes on and on and on. All of us making each other up based on our own unique perspective. And then a suicide.
When a friend takes their own life we are left with the devastation of death AND the devastation of realizing that our version of our friend wasn’t the same as theirs. We are angry, self-righteous, and confused. We call them selfish, we wonder why they couldn’t see the love we held for them, and we question if we ever really knew them at all. And, I believe, all of those questions and feelings are 100% totally right.
We are angry because they weren’t who we said they were. We are self-righteous because they didn’t see things as we did. And we are confused because their version of themselves didn’t match ours. They were selfish — 100% totally being exactly who they thought themselves to be and that didn’t match our thoughts. In fact, the truth is we never really knew them and we never really know anyone — we just know the part we know … the part that lives in us.
That paragraph above is a reality we don’t often like to face. It’s so much easier to go along with the stories in our head and never move outside its comfortably familiar boundaries. So when someone shatters the story we are flooded with the emotions, questions, and confusion that makes suicide so difficult to process.
Late last year I participated in a spiritual conference in Australia. As the conference drew to a close, I watched a panel of spiritual leaders discuss the separation of matter and spirit. One by one the panelists shared their views until the microphone arrived in the hands of an elderly Tibetan Buddhist monk. I was familiar with this monk from studying his work. He had, on two separate occasions, sat in meditation in a cave for two years straight. He cleared his throat and began by saying, “For us Buddhists, we always have to start by acknowledging that this all, including each of you, might be a product of our mind …” In other words, we are all making each other up.
When a monk at a spiritual conference says this we listen, maybe contemplate the idea for a while, and then it’s lunch time and we go eat. But when we are confronted with the real-life manifestation of those words, it shakes us to our core. And that’s what suicide is. On top of all the pain of death, this extra-added smack in the face of our made-up reality makes it really difficult to deal with.
To ease the pain we often open ourselves to the possibility that our loved ones are in a better place — a far off space of peace, love, and acceptance. Depending on your tradition we have different names for this, but the sentiment is the same: that those who have passed live on in a peace not experienced in the physical. Today I invite you to allow for an additional thought. The idea that the better place is in you. That our job in death is to create a better we, so that our loved ones who always lived in us have an even better us to call their final resting place. Allow this time of mourning to be a process of growth, of new discovery, and of an increased opening of your heart. And in that extra space allow your loved one to rest, peacefully … in your heart.
In every death there is a birth. Today is an invitation to allow that birth to occur in you — a birth of renewed love, understanding, and openness. In this way our loved ones live forever. In this way they never leave us. And in this way, they are closer now than ever.
Big hugs of love,
17 thoughts on “Robin Williams”
Beautifully written. You expressed your thoughts in a wonderful manner. Robin was multi-layer ed – as we all are . Thank you for writing this, Jason
Jason Garner says:
Big hugs, thank you for reading and sharing. – Jason
Melanie Landrum says:
Very beautifully and insightfully written.
Jason Garner says:
Big hugs, thank you. – Jason
Louise Pacheco says:
Yes, your words are as close to dealing with suicide as one can get. I have lived and tried to die with depression, its different for everyone. Thank you for writing this very insightful piece. I plan to share it with my loved ones. Peace, love.
Jason Garner says:
Big hugs of peace and love back to you. – Jason
Rebecca Moos says:
This was absolutely perfect. I had never really thought of it that way that you pointed out in the end of the article. Yeah, we say it all the time when people pass, but to sit there &actually think, maybe that is the final destination..? I loved this so much & am so happy to have found a wonderfully written piece. Thanks. Rip Robin Mclaurim Williams
Jason Garner says:
Thank you, that’s what this is all about – expanding our perspectives and considering new possibilities. Thank you for sharing. Big hugs – Jason
Jason, Best thing I’ve ever read on suicide. Once again I am so lucky that I found your blog. I’ve posted it on my twitter account and sent it to a friend who needed to read it. In gassho, Shokai
wendy st. joh-devereaux says:
I am so glad that you re-posted this
peace and love xxoo
Soulsong of Sharonlee says:
Although suicide is a delicate topic, you wrote with compassion and deep empathy. Thank you and thanks to Wendy for steering me towards your soul-deep thoughts.
☮Peace Be With You☯
Jason Garner says:
Thank you and welcome. Big hugs to you and Wendy.
Tricia Raines says:
Yes, you outline a compassionate, healing way of coming to terms with the suicide of someone we care about. The idea that a loved ones final resting place is within the hearts of those who loved them is spot on. I will strive to make a betier resting place for those I love. Peace, brother!
Tricia Raines says:
I also feel that, with his suicide, Robin has perhaps given us one last, albeit heartbreaking, gift; the last in a long line of gifts from a truly generous heart. This gift is the face of mental illness; something too often maligned & misunderstood. Perhaps this loss will spur a change, both from the treatment options perspective, & legilatively. That someone so well known for generosity of spirit, high energy & good humor could fall victim to the demons of his own illness should be a clarion call for change. Hopefully more people will strive to understand mental illness because of the loss of Robin. And hopefully more people will be less judgmental & approach their fellow human beings with empathy; with the thought to “if I were in THEIR shoes, how would I want others to approach me?” So, with great appreciation & great sorrow, my heartfelt thanks to you, Robin-for all of loving gifts-including your heartbreaking final one.
Debra A VanPelt says:
Beautifully written. Left me with lots to think about.
Ray Khelawan says:
Awww I’m so glad that you wrote about this! Robin Williams was my favourite actor of all time!! He will be missed!