I'm not usually one to gnash my teeth over the passing of a celebrity, but, for personal reasons, tragedies involving depression and suicide always hit all the way to the bone for me. It's been a week in which we've seen thousands of people dump buckets of water over their heads to raise awareness for one horrible illness; today another illness took the life of someone who had every avenue of prevention available to him and the demons still won.
I just made a donation to the National Suicide Prevention Hotline. I'm not saying this to make myself feel better or to guilt anyone into doing the same. I'm just saying there's a lot of people out there quietly fighting their own demons who could use a hand, and numerous organizations who are trying like hell to help fight a lot of mental illnesses in a country that does not do anywhere near enough to help those who need it. This happens every day to people great and small.
Matthew Phillion is the writer of "The Indestructibles," part-time actor, occasional filmmaker. Currently on the lam in Salem with his trusty dog, Watson.