robin williams

There is a place in the human psyche that is so dark, so despairing that to live for even a few seconds becomes intolerable. I have been there, and the only thing that anchored me to this world was my cat. Who would take care of my cat when I was ended? For him, I had to draw myself back from the edge. Over time, the storms lifted, and with the help of love and a good medical team, I regained the sun.

What makes us go to those places of inner hell? Is it the devil or a chemical imbalance in the brain? My demon is called GAD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I’ve had it for as long as I can remember and it will be with me forever. I’m okay today, but what about next time I fall in that misery pit? Shrouded in mundanity, it lurks around every corner. I cannot predict its coming; I only know it will come, in a year, a decade. A day? Unsuspecting, I’ll fall again, and I can only hope I have a good cat on hand to help me up.

Rest finally in peace, Robin Williams. I am not you after all.

~ Harry ~

~ Harry ~

About Mollie Hunt

Loves cats. Writes books.
This entry was posted in Cats, memoir, Secret Soul and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.