Today, as I hear of your demise, my mind splurts out all the memories linked to your music.
I was a mere thirteen year old when I left home and everything familiar behind. Naturally, my adolescent heart was heavy with emotions like nostalgia, anger, confusion and above all, loneliness. Every person needs a place void of pretense, where they can cry without the fear of being heard, shed tears without being judged. Your songs took me to that place. In your music, I was no longer an insignificant victim, but the hero of my own tragic tale.
I did not find solutions to my grief by listening to you, but my sorrows were acknowledged and became legitimate. You made me believe that I was not the only one carrying a gigantic mountain of pain on my shoulders. You made me believe that in a lonely world, I was not alone in my struggle. And through your poetic lyrics, a writer was born.
So thank you, Chester Bennington, for helping me through the toughest period of my life yet. I will always and always remember all the sadness and frustration, and I will let it go.