As many of you know, we lost a legend on July 20, 2017. This day will forever be a dark cloud for an entire generation. It was on this day that Chester Bennington died by suicide. There are many words to describe this amazing person. Too many words than I could put in one simple post.
I first began listening to Linkin Park when their first album came out. Now for this generation growing up now wouldn’t understand what it was like to wait for TRL to show your favorite videos. As a child I listened to anything and everything my brothers did. This meant Linkin Park, Green Day, Nirvana, Simple Plan, Slipknot and many more. Actually, a lot of what my brothers listened to is what I still listen to today. I remember being in elementary school when I heard this most amazing scream coming from my brothers room. From that instance I was hooked.
Many years later, I saw Chester when he was with Stone Temple Pilots and that day would have been one of the best in the world. Except I was pregnant and nauseous. Then fate would be on my side, Linkin Park was coming to my state and I was going to get to see him and this time I wasn’t going to be sick. Or at least I thought fate was on my side. I know that sounds a little selfish. I shouldn’t be selfish. It’s not about me. But it is okay for me to feel the way that I do. And if anyone tells you that its not okay for you to be upset then they need to go on somewhere.
What I think a lot of us are asking is if Chester cannot win his battle, then how can we? It is the Linkin Park family, the soldiers, that have come together to help each other battle these mental illnesses. It is even Chester’s own wife who is taking a stand and taking the stigma out of mental illness.
When the world lost Kurt Cobain to suicide, the world saw a mass of copy cat suicides. When we lost Chester, we lost our rock, our inspiration. We lost the voice who spoke for our battles, who spoke to who we hide from the world. Chester related to us all. When we lost him, we lost our friend. We may not have known him personally, but he spoke to our souls so well that we all felt like we knew him. Through Chester, us soldiers knew it was okay to not be like everyone else. We knew that it was okay to be hurting, it was okay to cry, to break. It was okay. We were going to be okay. His smile was infectious and he brought joy to millions of people. I feared that when we lost him, we would see copy cat deaths by suicide like we did in the early 90’s. It was this anxious thought that made me jump to twitter and try to reach out to anyone and everyone I could so that they knew they were not alone. If you are reading this…. You are not alone.
I will never turn someone away who is hurting. I will never not listen to someone when they need to talk. Please reach out. I am such a great listener. I will be here for you. I might not be anything else but listen but please know you can reach out.
Why should we be looked down upon because we are depressed? Why are we turned away as if we’re being over dramatic when we feel anxious? I am anxious, all the time. But I am not different than you. I am still a person. I am still fighting.