“I really thought I was going to die, I thought I wasn’t coming back. Honestly, just good old fashioned depression, you know, but heightened by alcohol dependency and narcotic abuse. I mean, everybody gets depressed, it’s totally normal. At the time I didn’t realize that, I thought I was really sick and I was self-medicating and then the medicine stopped working and I really thought - I really did think I was going to die. I think it’s something that everybody goes through and that’s not to belittle the fact that some people have it worse than others and some people can’t get out of bed; I think that exists and I think it’s very serious but I notice a lot of people think they can solve their problems with anti-depressants and that I’ve noticed being a bigger issue. Like it really strips people of who they are; like, all your quirks and all your problems - even your depressions and your failures - that’s what makes you, you and there’s a lot of drugs out there that’ll take that away from you.” — Gerard Way.
I don’t think I can ever see this-and not reblog-it’s just so frikkin’… gah!
As of now, my life is split into two distinct categories.
The moment I saw this photograph.
…and the time before.