In case you haven't heard about it yet, Robin Williams committed suicide on Monday. He did not "pass on". He committed suicide.
In the few days that have passed, I was struggling with what I could say. It sounds terribly macabre, but a regular death seems so much easier. Whether he or she contracts cancer, is hit by a car, or just passes on in his/her sleep, there is just a sad sense to it all. In the midst of the terrible grief, there is a certain sense of finality to it all. And it's not all bad.
Am I mad at Robin Williams? Not really. However, I am very, very, disappointed in him. It's as if he was given a handful of diamonds, sapphires, rubies, and emeralds, and he just flushed them all down the toilet.
And then there is you.
If you are a transgender person, there are some trials which exist in your life particularly, and you feel very lonely indeed. I know. I'm there too. Just remember that you have gifts in hand too.
Do you feel sad - or lonely - or suicidal? Please know that I am rooting for you. Please know that there are good friends out there for you. There are counselors out there for you. All you have to do is talk.
Above all, despite all the gifts he had, don't be like Robin Williams. That would be doubly tragic.