Mourning Heath, Myself and Everyone Else

I’m crying so hard I can’t help it. I can’t help but feel sorry for the poor guy. His life must have been torture if he had to resort to drowning his sorrows in antidepressants and sleeping pills. Being a celebrity is a double-edged sword. If it doesn’t kill you, you’re going to kill someone with it. (I don’t mean that literally of course. Metaphorically)

Deep down, I don’t think he committed suicide. I believe it was an accidental overdose, since the guy was embedded in so much work and The New York Times interviewed him recently and he said that he doesn’t sleep because he has so much work to do, and he’s been prescribed sleeping aids. The guy probably mixed prescription meds with other illegal drugs (if he had any).

Making excuses doesn’t help anything, I know. What’s done is done. But it just really gets to me when I hear or read about stories like this. The man was in his prime! He was riding the highest wave of his career. He has a 2 year old baby! He was a brilliant actor!

This is not the first and definitely not the last Hollywood death of this type. As the cover reads (above) “A Gifted Young Star, A Tragic Old Story”. But I hate it when young people die from the stupidest causes. No matter how depressed you are, or how happy you are, you shouldn’t take things for granted! You think that by ending your life, or giving up that you’re doing something good. But no! You’re hurting people in the process. And those who think they are having fun and enjoying life probably think they can avoid death, but NO! THEY CAN’T! WE CAN’T! IT’S UNAVOIDABLE!

It’s so tragic that Heath, like so many other young stars before him, had to leave the world this way. I am a firm believer in God’s will. I believe everything happens for a reason. We might not know why he left this world so soon, but there is an explanation for everything. Time only can tell. But no matter what I believe in, pain is pain. Time only can heal it. Time.

Is it weird that every time somebody dies I worry if they’re going to go to Hell? Its weird right? It freaks me out too. Is it sad that I cry every time I hear about a young/youngish person’s death? Is it bad that I sometimes get angry at God for taking away these precious lives? I feel like s**t for even thinking that. But again, I can’t help it.

Please, people, think about every action you take. Live life to its fullest. But not it’s craziest/dumbest. We’re all going to die one day. But if I’m going to die, I’d prefer dying peacefully and without causing pain for my family and loved ones and cause them to think “What if..?” their whole lives.

I’m feeling so depressed. I’ve been crying for hours. I think I’m crazy because I’m crying over someone I don’t even know. Isn't the cover (above) just gorgeous? I'm rambling.

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