All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

As You Like It Act 2, scene 7, 139–143 (Shakespeare)

We all loved Robin Williams.  

 

When he was onscreen, we shared in his vulnerability, his humanness...and rejoiced in the uncanny way he found humor in everything, with everyone he met.     

 

Thank you, Mr. Williams, for having the courage to share your gift with the world.   

While your own soul was left wanting.    

The adopted ones hide behind our roles, too...all to well.
 

Surrounded by fellow actors, even "family", simply not capable of looking into our eyes and understanding us at a cellular level.
We have no one to mirror us back to ourselves, confirming our realness or worth. 
We learn to "attach", sometimes becoming "loyal" to a fault. 

But life on a set can be tiring, not knowing our true selves.

 

 

We carry inside us the very meaning of "alone".
We need someone to understand... 

 
and love us not for who we can be for others, but for who we really are.

Unless someone cares enough to sit with us even out of character...as we acknowledge and grieve the disenfranchised loss we are asked to deny in order to act out our "amended" identity...we may never be whole. 

Our entire life a role...everyone else may love. 
But can't satisfy our soul.  

 

So we hide, even from ourselves...we play many characters. 
We may even smile the whole time.

 

Maybe that's why your loss is affecting us all.