In these modern times, we are so eager to slap labels on everything and everyone. We can rationalize and justify almost anything we like, including suicide. Suicide is murder. Self-murder. It is a sin. If you die by your own hand by jumping off a building or putting a gun to your head, you have murdered someone. You are not a martyr. You are letting yourself (and oft times others) down.
Case in point, clown comic actor Robin Williams. The Oscar award-winner was only 63 years old. Williams suffered for decades from substance abuse, alcoholism, clinical depression and bipolar disorder. But braving all that doesn't give you freeway to kill yourself. In the mid 20th century, schoolchildren were taught that people who took their own lives were cowards. Cowards who cut their given time on earth short, with no right to do so.
Williams received an outpouring of post-life support on social media. Where were all of you fans when he was alive? Like David Carradine before him, Williams' death was very disappointing to me. For many of us, even those gravely ill living in poverty, that will, that spark, that love of living is tough to extinguish, and few would want to. IF YOU NEED HELP, ASK FOR IT. Don't let your life situation deteriorate to the point where you feel that there is no way out, except to die. We see this happen too many times. ASK FOR HELP IF YOU NEED IT. Don't leave. And you jackass pretend-to-be fans, if someone comes up to you and asks for YOUR help - don't turn your back or walk away or think you don't have time or responsibility.