Scattered Thoughts

Tribute to him.

Depression.

I don't know much about depression, but what I do know is that it is very much real. Those that have never experienced it, be thankful. You have evaded one of the most terrifying monsters that haunts the world. 

To those who have, or are experiencing it, believe me, things will get better, you have to have hope. You have to. For the ones who love you. It might seem like no one cares, but someone does, I promise you. Someone definitely does. 

Have hope for yourself.

Today, as I see one of my greatest idols brought down by this monster, I fear that it is far more deadly than we expect. The man whose words saved me, whose voice I seeked so many times when my own fears threatened to consume me, has been taken from me, taken from this world by that very despicable monster. 

Don't let it take you, too. You might be someone else's hope, just like he was mine. Mine, and so many others'. 

To him, I say, you do not owe me, or anyone else an apology. Neither do you owe us an explanation. It was your own choice, and if that is the way you dealt with your demons, then I respect that. Anyone who calls you weak, saying you took the easy way out, does not deserve to be acknowledged. You were strong. Anyone else wouldn't have been able to get past the pain that you have dealt with. Anyone else would not have been able to experience the horrors you did and still manage to to spread as much happiness as you did. You saved so many people from their demons, you didn't let them feel alone and invisible. You taught us that numb is also a feeling, and it's okay to feel it.

You showed us how to be whole again.

Thank you for not turning your back on the world.

You will always remain in my heart. I will always love you. Your words, my love, couldn't get lost in the echo even if you tried, because you are a habit that cannot be broken. 

R.I.P.