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Hello everyone,
The suicide of Chester Bennington has hit me hard. It was very shocking to hear the news last week, I have been crying for his family, friends, band mates, loved ones, and fans around the world. I have been Praying for all of them. God had me Praying for the whole band's Salvation, shortly before Chester took his own life. I went to their concert a few years ago, though I had told God I wouldn't go to another secular rock concert again I did go to see Linkin Park live. They were one of the first bands to inspire to love rock and roll. I remember that Chester had said on stage that he was struggling with depression which I felt was sad at the time and I Prayed for him. Looking back now, I wish we could have helped him somehow, but we couldn't. Honestly, knowing this has sent me back to a feeling of helplessness.
Years ago, I had an online friend commit suicide in high school. I didn't know what to do. I was beside myself, devastated, in indescribable pain, feeling completely helpless, a void built up inside of me that didn't leave me for years. I didn't tell my parents at first, because I didn't know how they would react. My mom later saw that I wasn't acting right and asked me in a mean tone "what is the matter with you, what is going on?" I finally told her. About a year later, we discovered that this was all an elaborate prank done by a family friend and a friend of hers. They basically made up a character together and had him "commit suicide". I have never been the same again. These feelings, thoughts, and memories have all resurfaced since Chester's passing.
My mom who possibly has BPD decided to talk about his wife's letter tonight and I told her three times to stop talking about it, which she kept going. It came out, I started talking about a video that I saw of Chester and his kids the other night. I told them that I just wanted to ask Chester why, which then I started to go into an angry panic. My dad freaked out and told the both of us to calm down. My mom started being mean to me due to my short outburst which I felt she caused, because I told her to stop on this subject multiple times, which she wouldn't, so after I started panicking, it seems she felt the need to be mean to me. I reminded her of the "suicide" that happened years ago. The night goes on and I try explaining to her how my angry panic happened. She cut me off and wouldn't listen. I tried a second time telling her that I told her to stop talking about it and reminded her how this is a sensitive time for me with his death, these memories, these feelings rushing back. She tried telling me that God can use dealing with family with other situations in life. I told her that God doesn't condone bad character. She acted frustrated and later repeated to me that God can use dealing with family to deal with the outside world. It seemed like she may have been using this to justify her actions. She then proceeded to say that I should have been taken to a therapist back then, but she couldn't do that, because she didn't want to get put in jail for things that I might say. She also talked about how nobody really commited suicide, but even still I went through the grieving process of it all, since we found out the truth a year later. Every time she says it didn't really happen kills me, because all of the grieving was real to me. These were another hard blow to me. My mom has abused me my whole life and what she was really talking about was she didn't want me telling a therapist that she has been abusing me while I was underage. Soon after I had started college and my mom had just got done psychologically and verbally abusing me in the car. I told her that I'm going to a therapist and that I'm going to tell her about you. She replied with " Hm well, I think it's OK now." I asked her why and she responded " well I guess it's OK now since you are over the age of eighteen."
The suicide of Chester Bennington has hit me hard. It was very shocking to hear the news last week, I have been crying for his family, friends, band mates, loved ones, and fans around the world. I have been Praying for all of them. God had me Praying for the whole band's Salvation, shortly before Chester took his own life. I went to their concert a few years ago, though I had told God I wouldn't go to another secular rock concert again I did go to see Linkin Park live. They were one of the first bands to inspire to love rock and roll. I remember that Chester had said on stage that he was struggling with depression which I felt was sad at the time and I Prayed for him. Looking back now, I wish we could have helped him somehow, but we couldn't. Honestly, knowing this has sent me back to a feeling of helplessness.
Years ago, I had an online friend commit suicide in high school. I didn't know what to do. I was beside myself, devastated, in indescribable pain, feeling completely helpless, a void built up inside of me that didn't leave me for years. I didn't tell my parents at first, because I didn't know how they would react. My mom later saw that I wasn't acting right and asked me in a mean tone "what is the matter with you, what is going on?" I finally told her. About a year later, we discovered that this was all an elaborate prank done by a family friend and a friend of hers. They basically made up a character together and had him "commit suicide". I have never been the same again. These feelings, thoughts, and memories have all resurfaced since Chester's passing.
My mom who possibly has BPD decided to talk about his wife's letter tonight and I told her three times to stop talking about it, which she kept going. It came out, I started talking about a video that I saw of Chester and his kids the other night. I told them that I just wanted to ask Chester why, which then I started to go into an angry panic. My dad freaked out and told the both of us to calm down. My mom started being mean to me due to my short outburst which I felt she caused, because I told her to stop on this subject multiple times, which she wouldn't, so after I started panicking, it seems she felt the need to be mean to me. I reminded her of the "suicide" that happened years ago. The night goes on and I try explaining to her how my angry panic happened. She cut me off and wouldn't listen. I tried a second time telling her that I told her to stop talking about it and reminded her how this is a sensitive time for me with his death, these memories, these feelings rushing back. She tried telling me that God can use dealing with family with other situations in life. I told her that God doesn't condone bad character. She acted frustrated and later repeated to me that God can use dealing with family to deal with the outside world. It seemed like she may have been using this to justify her actions. She then proceeded to say that I should have been taken to a therapist back then, but she couldn't do that, because she didn't want to get put in jail for things that I might say. She also talked about how nobody really commited suicide, but even still I went through the grieving process of it all, since we found out the truth a year later. Every time she says it didn't really happen kills me, because all of the grieving was real to me. These were another hard blow to me. My mom has abused me my whole life and what she was really talking about was she didn't want me telling a therapist that she has been abusing me while I was underage. Soon after I had started college and my mom had just got done psychologically and verbally abusing me in the car. I told her that I'm going to a therapist and that I'm going to tell her about you. She replied with " Hm well, I think it's OK now." I asked her why and she responded " well I guess it's OK now since you are over the age of eighteen."
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