Sometimes we are moved to speak. And other times we remain silent. Tonight my words are more for the addict. It would be easy to write Robin Williams off as a man who struggled with internal demons and then chose death as some easy way out. Some will believe him to be weak and wonder why not fight. A man who seemingly has everything is willing to throw it all away. And in the process destroy everyone around him.
In the past few months, Robin Williams fought for his life, fought for the next hour and prayed for another day even with 20 years of sobriety. He did not just wake up and make a decision to end his life. He entered rehab on more than one occasion seeking focus and solitude.
I don't have to know him to understand his disease. For the last 20 years, his disease waited for the perfect moment when he would lay down his recovery tools and the disease would pick up it's own set and get to work.
No matter the vessel, Robin Williams died as a direct result of addiction. It is cunning, baffling and powerful enough to convince someone like Robin Williams that he had no tools left to fight. Not enough money, not enough fame, not enough friends, not enough laughter, not enough.
To the addict who has fought today and managed to piece together another 24 hours, may God bless you and make your toolbox light enough for you to pick up and carry again tomorrow. May we all gain understanding and wisdom from this tragedy and find the courage to fight whatever battle we are facing.
May God give peace to the addict that has been unable to find a reason or the right tool to pick up and begin the battle.