I’ve been depressed as shit for the past two days, because the lead singer of my favourite childhood band killed himself. I never thought I could be that affected by a death of someone I’ve never met and only seen live once, but it was like learning your childhood best friend who you’d lost contact with died. Chester helped me get through so much shit when I was a kid, he was sexually abused too and his parents didn’t really give a fuck about him either. He channelled that pain into his songs, and you could feel it. That’s why so many kids related to him. When everyone else was telling you to suck it up and put a smile on your face, Chester was there to scream about the pain that we couldn’t yet comprehend.
And yet, everyone ended up making fun of Linkin Park, if you were an active listener in the 2010s it was basically a death sentence for any credibility you had as a cool person. It’s not until Chester killed himself that we all realized how important of a role he played in our lives, and that is sadly the case with so many other suicides.
I’ll miss you Chester. And if anyone else is thinking of ending it all, please don’t. Because in the end, it really does matter.