Robin Williams and Why Funny People Kill Themselves | Cracked.com:

So, yeah, if you’re out there and are feeling down, here’s the national suicide hotline. I’ve been told it’s great, by the numerous people I know who’ve called it. But I guess my larger point is that if you know somebody who might be at risk but you’ve been denying it because they’re always smiling and joking around, for the love of God, wake the fuck up. They don’t know how to ask for help because they don’t know how to relate, because when you’ve lived behind that wall long enough, you completely lose the ability. “Well, I tried to help him, but he was kind of a dick about it.” Right, that’s what it looks like. “But I don’t know how to do a suicide intervention!” Nobody is asking you to. How about this:

Be there when they need you, and keep being there even when they stop being funny. Every time they make a joke around you, they’re doing it because they instinctively and reflexively think that’s what they need to do to make you like them. They’re afraid that the moment the laughter stops, all that’s left is that gross, awkward kid everyone hated on the playground, the one they’ve been hiding behind bricks all their adult life. If they come to you wanting to have a boring-ass conversation about their problems, don’t drop hints that you wish they’d “lighten up.” It’s really easy to hear that as, “Man, what happened to the clown? I liked him better.”

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