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On Robin Williams Passing: Sobriety is a Promise to No One…

August 2014

I won’t spend too much time writing about what Robin Williams meant to me even though it was a lot, simply because I believe gushing over someone who committed suicide romanticizes the act in the eyes of others – well, at least I had daydreams of people waxing on about what a great guy I was had I gone through with it back when my life sucked, before I was able to finally stay sober for more than a few days in a row.  I will say this though:  Good Morning Vietnam was one of the few movies my parents and all of the siblings could watch and laugh hysterically over during a pretty dark time in our family.  Add to that the fact that he was one of the few who could make me laugh about being a drunk, by making his own recovery into a comedy sketch, at a time when laughing about anything wasn’t very easy, he held a special place in my heart.

Too bad, this.

Sobriety is a sweet paradox.  On one hand, it’s very simple:  Don’t drink, do some soul maintenance, maybe learn to work a few steps well, maybe go to a couple of meetings with some other like-minded folks and you get to live a full, happy life.  You show me a cure for cancer that looks like this and I’ll show you a freaking line a mile long to get into those meetings.  On the other hand, it’s a tough life.  There is no escape from the committee in the melon, only a heads-up battle.  Those who lose the battle, end up like Mr. Williams and it sucks.

There is something positive I do take out of something like this though:  Sobriety is promised to no one.  My sobriety is a daily reprieve, contingent upon the maintenance of a spiritual, healthy heart, mind and soul.  It doesn’t matter how much money one has, in fact those with extraordinary means usually have the most difficult time sobering up.   Social status, in a roomful of ex-drunks means nothing, we all ended up in that room one way or another and the circumstances and stories all sound pretty much the same once you cook the particulars out.  There are no cheat days.  We call a friend of mine, a guy who will never be famous, Near Beer.  He used to drink near beer thinking he could get the taste without that pesky problem of the alcohol.  Eventually, because there is alcohol in near beer and a drunk’s body and brain are very aware of this fact, he ended up back at the real thing and it took yet another spectacular spiral for him to quit again.  He says, every time a noob proposes the near beer solution (and often non-prompted), “Near beer, near death.”

Long story short, the only chance I have at a happy life, no matter what is thrown at me, is sober, working on being the best version of me I can possibly be.  Anything less is near death.  Rest in peace Robin – from one ex-drunk to another, you missed the simplest step:

Keep it simple, stupid.



  1. Sue Slaght says:

    A terrible loss. Depressions and addiction know no socio economic boundaries.

  2. The world lost a great person. So many people have stories about what a generous, sweet, kind man he was. One friend of mine said it was like he was trying to save other people from the pain he felt. I’ve been sad since hearing of his death, but then I got briefly angry. I’m. To even sure of what entirely, but I think it was about the stupid disease that makes us alcoholics, it takes so many people down with it.

    • bgddyjim says:

      I hear you, but I come out differently on alcoholism. I consider myself lucky to have a disease that only requires some meetings, steps and abstinence to beat it.

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