I Am The Change!

So all of Linkin Park fans know that today is Chester Bennington’s birthday. While many of us are still sad about his passing. It was a big hit for those of us who fight many of the same battles that he struggled with every single day. The same battles that he talked about so openly.

So many of us fans wanted a way to celebrate the life of Chester since it is his birthday. And it is because many of us loved Chester and wanted to honor him, Talinda Bennington the strong, beautiful and outspoken wife of Chester asked everyone to post a photo with the words “I am the Change” written on our hands to symbolize that we know the 5 signs of mental illness. And that we are going to be the change to the stigmatism.

I have spoken very loudly about the stigmatism that plagues those who suffer from any form of mental illness. and this isn’t just anxiety or depression. Stigmatism plagues many of those who suffer autism, ADHD, ODD, and many more.

My best friends kid is autistic. And he suffers from a lot of stigmatism. To the point that some family pretend that his autism is made up and that his antics are just him being bad. Which enrages me. But that isn’t the worst of it. It is even so bad that his school holds his autism over him as if it is a reason to be held back a grade even though he is as smart as a whip. All because his ‘social’ skills are not what they believe is ‘up to par’. Well uhm I have been around this kid since he was a baby. In fact, my mom and I actually called his autism. We baby sat him one day and we could tell that there was something. Not that we treated him any different. He’s about 6 months older than my oldest daughter. In fact she’s his best friend. We have never ever treated him any different. In fact, I think that I do more for or with him to compensate for the bullshit he has to deal with. The kid is 7 and he’s already faced a world full of stigma. Unfortunately, he has a long life that looks like it will be full of stigma.

And that isn’t the only stigma this family faces. My best friend suffers from PTSD, depression and anxiety. and possibly more, I can’t remember right at the moment. Her husband has depression. So when I talk about being able to hang around my friends and they understand when I am having such a bad time…. They completely understand. Because they have dealt with it themselves.

But this isn’t a sad post! This is about Chester! And if Chester was still with us. (It’s sad saying that ;( because he was such an inspirational person) He would be right with us… Fighting the stigmatism. Which is what we should all do. We should continue fighting for what Chester believed in. We should continue fighting against the stigmatism that plagues pretty much anyone who suffers any form of illness of the mind. Because anyone with a spinal illness, a heart illness or anything else is sympathized with but those with ADHD, Anxiety, Depression, etc. are frowned upon. Lets put an end for this stigma. Lets #BreakTheStigma and #MakeChesterProud

#MakeChesterProud

So the Chester memorial is on tonight. And I am just one big ball of feels.

Every song hits right in my emotional gut like being kicked in the stomach. I’m crying….a lot….and its ok…I will be ok….we will be ok.

Chester sadly passed away a couple months ago. It had been a very well known fact that he suffered from mental illness and that mental illness is what led to him leaving us.

No its not fair. And I know that sounds so bad for someone to say about anyone who has passed. But its not fair. Not just because as a fan we wont get to hear any mew music from this lyrical genius. He was a father a husband a friend a leader and much more. He was a person.

Whats not fair is depression and mental illness. Theres help available. We know that. Well at least we do now since Chester left us. Depression and suicide prevention has come to the front lines….finally.

There is a hashtag on twitter that Talinda promotes…and so do I. Its #FuckDepression. Because really if im going to be angry or sad or say Fuck You to anything or anyone for Chester it would be depression.

I hate depression. I do. And I hate when I’m depressed. It happens. Okay. Don’t tell me its life. Dont call me a cry baby. Dont tell me others have it worse. Just don’t.

Its actions like that…that caused many people to not get help. Sometimes…we need help. We do. Depression sucks.

Depression hurts. It hurts so bad. Sometimes it hurts so much that we become numb. Being numb is better than constantly feeling the pain.

The thing is….Chester knew that. He could relate to us on a personal level. We relied on him. We waited patiently for the new albums so we could hear more songs about how we felt. Thr true fans that is. I’m not talking about the ones who complained every time an album came out because it didn’t sound like the 1st one.

If anything comes from tonight show…i hope it helps people who are suffering to find a way to get help. No matter what anyone says….ever….getting help is not weakness. It is strength. As a fan, I wish that I could have helped Chester. Maybe just a little.

I know this sounds like a rambled post but im watching the show…bawling like a baby…. And needed to get some thoughts out…please share yours

#OneMoreLight #MakeChesterProud #FuckDepression