When the Clown is Mad

Poignant reflections on the life and death of a very funny man …


I was not surprised to hear that Robin Williams took his own life. I was also not surprised when I first heard that he struggled with addiction and depression. That kind of suffering is not unusual among hyper talented and often frenetic performers. The same hard wiring that allows them to do what they do with such creative outburst is the root of their own undoing. Much the same is at work among many of the most creative and sensitive artists we know.

Not only do their energy patterns swing wildly toward the stratosphere, but they are outwardly oriented – to an audience who will give them their ongoing fixes, their injections of perceived self-worth. Even as many seek this outward confirmation they are introverted by nature. On the outside they perform for the pennies of applause and laughter while despising the fact that they cannot simply be alone.


View original post 96 more words