Richard Manuel. Michael Hutchence. Chris Cornell. Robin Williams. And now, Linkin Park lead singer Chester Bennington. They all have one horrible thing in common: They committed suicide by hanging themselves.
I have to start here by saying I don’t really understand suicide. I have never been in the depths of a depression so deep and dark that the only way out was to die. I have never struggled with mental illness so powerful and damaging that I finally listened to the disease. I have never fought addiction. But knowing what I know about how you die when you hang yourself, I do know that a person has to be truly desperate to harm themselves in that way. It is an awful way to die. I’m glad that it is not still an option for the death penalty (which ought to be abolished completely anyway, but that’s a different rant). All of these men battled their various illnesses and addictions; all of them lost. It makes me despair a little at the waste of beautiful life.
Not being a fan of Linkin Park, I don’t really have anything to say about their music. But I know so many people do love this band. And Chester Bennington’s family and friends loved him. And I ache for all of these people. Knowing his pain is over doesn’t end the pain for everyone else. Most of all, I hate that he felt like he had to die to end his pain. I don’t want anyone to feel like that, but I know I can’t stop it. So here’s a link that might be able to help at least one person out there choose something different.