In case you live under a rock, it has been all over the internet that the front man for Linkin Park, Chester Bennington committed suicide.
I can’t help but wonder if this is adding to the despair that I am feeling. Not that I knew him personally, but to know that someone felt so alone, so helpless, hopeless, trapped, that they needed to end it all.
I’ve never attempted, but I’ve thought about it… a lot. I’ve felt that pain. A pain that I would never wish upon anyone. If you think about it, suicide is a silent killer. You never know that someone is seriously considering it. No one wants to share that with you UNLESS they want help and it is a cry for help. But that doesn’t even happen all the time. You always hear people say “This was never expected”, “I was just with them last week and I never knew anything was wrong.” We hide it well. We don’t want to burden anyone. We don’t want pity. We don’t want anyone to fix us.
But we, as mental health patience, HAVE to understand that when we get to THAT point, we NEED to reach out. We NEED help. we NEED to talk to someone and tell them we are feeling down. To hell with sounding self absorbed in the moment and making it all about you. It is ok. And people want to help. But when we are in that state, we just don’t care. And I think that is the biggest thing that people don’t understand. And you could never understand until you are in that position.
Chester, I hope you have found some peace. I hope the pain is gone. Your experiences that you have written in your songs will forever relate to so many. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world. I just wish it was enough. Rest In Peace.