The words below first appeared on Sophia’s Instagram. We share them here with her permission.
I woke up today, still thinking about Mr. Williams. Thinking about the profound and personal sense of loss that is left in the wake of his absence. For so many of us. And we didn’t even know him personally. We never had the pleasure of shaking his hand, feeling one of his bear hugs, laughing over a meal with this man. This heroic, broken, giving, courageous man. Yet the pang is deep. Shockingly, I’m guessing, for you? It’s the same for me. It seems almost irrational. Yet I have found myself in tears more than once since the news broke yesterday. I have felt wounded. Scared. Strangely, almost morbidly, grateful for my life, and small in the face of how insurmountable it feels at times. This man touched me, so many of us, so deeply I think, because of how much he was willing to share. He was fearless for his art. Nothing was off limits. For a laugh. For a heart wrenching moment of honesty. For a real and true and honest portrayal of what it means to be human. To throw a humorous punch at how silly humanity can be sometimes. His face, when I boil down this feeling, reminded me to LIVE. To push a little harder. To throw myself head first, truly, madly, & deliciously into the things I believe in. And I didn’t even know him. What I know is that he was human. He was broken. He shared those struggles, honestly, with people. And, in that arena, made people feel less alone. What I know is that depression is a foe you cannot turn your back on. What I know is that you are not alone. It’s hard to admit that you are falling apart, especially when everyone thinks you “have it all together.” But please. Be as courageous about your big, bad fears as you are about your passions in those moments of greatness. Tell someone you are breaking. You’ll discover that they are broken too, so they can probably help you pick up some of your pieces and lighten your load. Please. Think about how wounded even strangers feel at the loss of this man’s light. SOMEONE out there feels that way about YOU. I promise. It’s okay to be broken. To be scared. To need help. It’s okay. It’s profoundly human. It happens to the best of us. It’s okay. You matter to people you aren’t even aware of. It’s okay.