Demolition Lovers (Gerard Way & MCR)

Introduction

Negativity and depression seemed to overwhelm my little subdivision in San Diego, California. It was as though a storm cloud had rolled in, hovering over myself and everybody closest to me. It never left.

My small group of friends had begun to isolate themselves, cutting off contact with everybody outside of their bedroom walls. I was constantly secluded and upset. Summer was becoming a never ending nightmare. I had nobody. My anxiety was crippling me as I constantly worried about everything in my life. My mind was overthinking every second of every day. I was lost. Broken in a way. My life slowly falling apart in front of my eyes, to nobody's fault but my own. I couldn't take it anymore.

Enough was enough.

I ended up in the emergency room towards the end of July. A police officer had brought me in after a concerned friend called them to see if they could check on me. I was placed under suicide watch in a room at the Child and Adolescent Treatment Center, a separate department of our hospital. After about an hour of sitting on a narrow white bed, my family arrived. My father cried silent tears. Guilt overwhelmed me. I stayed there for two weeks. The mental health teams thought it would be best to have me admitted until I was fully recovered and trusted.

My treatment was going well. And then one day, my mother walked into my hospital room. My eyes widened, not having seen her since last Christmas.

"Mom?" I asked in confusion.

"Hi, Sweetheart. You're coming home."