Behind Closed Doors

The death of Robin Williams is very sad.

“Mork and Mindy” was one of my favorite weekly TV shows back in the day.

How many laughs we have had because of this one man.

He seemed to have what many people so long for – success.

At least that’s how it looked from our side of the squawk box.

His death, brought by his own hand, shakes us to the very core.

It makes us take notice.

It makes us rethink “success.”

My mama always said you never know what goes on behind closed doors.

Things are not always what they seem.

In fact, they’re usually NOT what they seem.

It is so easy for us to smile and pretend all is well when inside we are suffocating;

hurting beyond the words to express it.

I’ve never been to the point I wanted to take my own life,

but I know people who have.

Actually, I know some people who succeeded in that venture.

Suicide isn’t a new thing with Robin Williams.

But someone of his fame brings it to the forefront.

I know absolutely nothing about his life other than what the media tells us,

so I can’t and won’t make judgments on it.

But I do know there had to be pain.

Much pain.

Unbearable pain.

Maybe even unexplainable pain.

Pain we couldn’t, or didn’t, see.

And that grieves me deeply.

How about us?

What’s behind our smiles?

For some reason unbeknownst to me,

we feel we have to put on a happy face for those around us.

Is that because we don’t want to admit our fears and faults?

Or is it because, in general, no one really wants to listen?

Are we so self-absorbed we don’t have time for one another anymore?

Maybe it is some of all those things.

When my husband lost his career job, he was devastated.

But when someone asked him how he was, his response was “fine.”

He wasn’t fine.

He was hurt beyond words.

At his request, we went about life as if things were “normal.”


Why did he feel he had to suffer in silence?

After he died some years later, I tried to convince myself and everyone else I was fine.

But I wasn’t.

Probably still not.


What have we been taught or believed or conjured up in our minds that says we have to pretend?

Why can’t we be real?

We all have hurts and fears and broken dreams.

We all need someone with whom to share them.

What if we all take the time to really, I mean REALLY, notice those around us

and look behind the smile to see if there is a shadow of hurt or need striving to leak out.

Our eyes say things our mouths try to cover up.

Let’s start taking time to look people in the eye;

to give them our full attention.

All that other stuff will wait.

We never know when our few minutes could turn someone’s life around.

Knowing someone cares is worth more than anything we could ever accumulate.

Knowing someone cares make it easier to get out of bed in the mornings.

Knowing someone cares fills an otherwise empty space in our lives.

We all need someone to care.

So let’s start a revolution!

Let’s care for one another.

Let’s care for others as we would love for them to care for us.

Lots of love, Sharon

One thought on “Behind Closed Doors

  1. Sharon, you write the sweetest words and you are so spot on with this post. And, in fact, we are all guilty. So I agree we all need to look around us and I am sure every day we can find someone that needs that act of caring to bless their life.

    We just heard on the evening news that Robin had been diagnosed with Parkinson disease and that goes hand-in-hand with depression.

    I hope you are doing well. Come see me.

    Love you,



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