I logged onto social media and was faced with the news that Chester Bennington, lead singer of Linkin Park, had committed suicide.
I don’t even want to write about this, it’s breaking my heart, but not acknowledging it is even worse.
I had actually planned a “throwback” post to their concert in 2012. It was a day before my exam and even though everyone recommended I sell my tickets, I refused. There was no way I would miss it. I was there at 10am, with my notes and I sat there, in the sun, until the sun set and they let me in. I remember seeing them come out and being in shock that the same band who had got me through so much, was performing in front of me, in my city.
I didn’t sleep that night and the next morning I wrote my exam while singing and throughout my entire University career, it was the best result I got.
I always thought I would see them again, the thought of that one, amazing night, did not feel like enough. But now it has to be.
Linkin Park was there through my darkest times, and they helped pull me out of it, just like they did for many other teenagers. My entire being aches at the thought of Chester working so hard to save lives and no one could save his.
Chester, thank you for the lyrics that motivated me to carry on and your voice that sang me to sleep, blocking out the thoughts and the noises, that I couldn’t bear to hear.
My deepest condolences to his family, band, friends and fans.