I'm not usually one to gnash my teeth over the passing of a celebrity, but, for personal reasons, tragedies involving depression and suicide always hit all the way to the bone for me. It's been a week in which we've seen thousands of people dump buckets of water over their heads to raise awareness for one horrible illness; today another illness took the life of someone who had every avenue of prevention available to him and the demons still won.
I just made a donation to the National Suicide Prevention Hotline. I'm not saying this to make myself feel better or to guilt anyone into doing the same. I'm just saying there's a lot of people out there quietly fighting their own demons who could use a hand, and numerous organizations who are trying like hell to help fight a lot of mental illnesses in a country that does not do anywhere near enough to help those who need it. This happens every day to people great and small.
