Jul 21, 2017 22:54
Today the world woke to sad news of Linkin Park's frontman, Chester's demise.
I feel sick in my stomach, quite literally.
Not sure why this news made me feel shit.
I havent been the avid Linkin Park fan. But their songs were undeniably a big park of my growing up in the new millennium. One of the first few bands' CD i was given and listened to. (after Westlife and the lot haha).
I remember screaming out to their songs in Karaoke sessions with cousins. Rapping, shouting, singing.
Depression is real. I've seen my fair share, i've heard a fair share and even had my fair share of this burden.
So is goodbye really the only way?
I cant help but wonder what was last on the minds of those who took their lives. Was there nothing else on earth that they could tether themselves to? It must have been lonely and painful to just quit, being.
Unfortunately, mental health and suicide is still a stigma in today's society.
Especially in an asian society as ours.
My father heard about Chester's suicide and said to me "siao one hor all these people"
He is right. And he is wrong.
Right in a sense that he was mental. But he was ill in the mind. An ailment nonetheless.
Wrong for what i think he meant in his phrase "Siao one". Chester (and other patients) didnt ask for feelings of desolation.