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Henry Rollins has written acolumn for the LA Weekly titled "Fuck Suicide".It's about his attitude toward people who kill themselves. He begins by talking about the recently deceased Robin Williams, who he didn't know personally, and struggles to understand why Williams committed suicide:
How in the hell could you possibly do that to your children? I dont care how well adjusted your kid might be choosing to kill yourself, rather than to be there for that child, is every shade of awful, traumatic and confusing. I think as soon as you have children, you waive your right to take your own life. No matter what mistakes you make in life, it should be your utmost goal not to traumatize your kids. So, you dont kill yourself.
He then relates a story about a former housemate who struggled with depression, and eventually killed herself. "The hardest part about being around her was you knew there was nothing you could do to help," he writes. "I get it, but then again, maybe I dont." The act of suicide, he says, cancels the person's existence in his brain. "I have many records, books and films featuring people who have taken their own lives, and I regard them all with a bit of distain."
I no longer take this person seriously. I may be able to appreciate what he or she did artistically but its impossible to feel bad for them. Their life wasnt cut short it was purposely abandoned. Its hard to feel bad when the person did what they wanted to. It sucks they are gone, of course, but its the decision they made. I have to respect it and move on.
He adds:
Almost 40,000 people a year kill themselves in America, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. In my opinion, that is 40,000 people who blew it.
Fuck suicide. Life isnt anything but what you make it. For all the people who walked from the grocery store back to their house, only to be met by a robber who shot them in the head for nothing you gotta hang in there.
You can read the whole thing here.
