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I know a lot of fans have stated that My Chem has saved their lives when they were in suicidal stages. I'm actually writing a term paper about music censorship and how different genres of music should not be singled out because there ARE bands out there who don't promote self-harm, drugs, etc. (In other words, I'm shamelessly plugging MCR for this part. Harhar.)

I think it would add more substance and reality to my paper if I could get some actual testimonies of this -- if you guys don't mind sharing, of course.

If you guys don't mind at all, just post your testimony below, along with your first name. If you don't want to let out your name, I understand 100%. If that's the case, would you mind if I posted your username in place of it?

Please keep in mind that I can't put in ALL testimonies, but I'll try my hardest to put in as many as I can. :]

Thanks in advance!

im felicia
when your depressed you seek help i use to cut then i heard my chemical romance's song and now every time i think about commiting suicide i run to their music

I was thinking about suicide until I bought the Black Parade cd and heard Famous Last Words and really got into their music and lives. After that I was introduced to Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, which,to me, was like saying to life or the world, "You tried to take me out but guess what, ********? I won!", and then to I Gave You Bullets cd, where I was pretty much going through a separation anxious time that I still struggle through.

A few months ago, I bought their Biography book from Hot Topic and after reading about their lives I realised all the crap they went through too. It's not all 'special' or anything. Just basically, These guys friggen saved me from the world and myself.

I'm ali, after my baby sister was taken away by my a** hole of an ex-step dad me my mum and my brother hit a low, it was worst for my mom so she attempted suicide by overdosing on pain killers and i was the one who had to get them off her...I had never felt so low in my life losing my sister the fear of losing my mom and all the s**t at school.. everything crushing me and i became serverly depressed with no one to turn too. I ended up calling childline but they where no help all they told me was i seriously needed to see a doctor...but i was too scared they's think i was nuts. So I decided if i couldn't see my sister anymore i couldn't look at my mom anymore and i hated being at school...then i'd end it all because there was nothing me carrying on for. The last thing to go when you die is your hearing so i stuck in my MCR CD i skipped to track 6 ghost of you and the second that song started to play i burst out crying, it felt like someone else understood what it was like to be that alone. Scince then things have gotten way better i still wont see a doctor but my mom did go see a shrink and things are slowly getting better because i always feel i have somthing to turn too.

Okay, but you guys'll probably think I'm just whining over nothing compared to what some of you have been through...

My name is Becky and have suffered from Depression for as long as I can remember... and seeing as I'm only fourteen, that's a pretty long time. I'm pretty sure it started when I was about... I dunno, nine? Ten? Let's just say I was never a very cheerful person. For several years now I've started to steadily lose all faith in humanity, the world... people as a whole. 9/11 sort of started all of it. Now, I first started self-harming when I was eleven(ish), stopped for a few years and am now cutting regularly once again. But, fortunately, things aren't as bad as they used to be. About two years ago five people changed my entire perspective. Three words, people; My Chemical Romance. I first heard I'm Not Okay (I Promise) through MTV2 and from then on I was hooked. I bought their albums, did some research. Hearing Gerard's story made me think twice about picking up the blade again. Gave me hope that, like him, I might just be able to stop. Turn things around. That's when I stopped self-harming. But then... I changed schools. I was pulled away from my closest ever friend who I still love to bits. Now, to all of you that wouldn't be such a big deal. Although it's never really been diagnosed, I suffer from Social Anxiety and Paranoia. It literally takes me months to relax around people. So, of course, I found moving to a strange new place absolutely terrifying. I was literally locked in my own head. That's when the self-harm started again. This time it was worse. This time I was serious... not that I wasn't serious before. Months later (in early 2006, maybe late 2005, I believe) I took an overdose. It wasn't serious enough to land me in hospital, but I was ill for about a week afterwards.

Eeek, I've just realised how much I've been wittering. So let me move swiftly on. I heard news of MCRs new album, due for release late 2006. I knew I had to hold on... if for nothing else, then for the new album. Stupid, I know, but that's how much this band means to me. I stopped all of it briefly. The cutting, that is. I began writing poetry, songs... began drawing and painting merely because of Gerard. Now, I'm in a band, once again, mainly because of Gerard. I still cut, and, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure I'll stop, but I plan to try. For MCR. And not many people get that a mere band could mean so much. Except you guys... you guys are awesome.

Uh... I know that was long and barely any of it made sense. I know the dates etc. were a little fuzzy, but I'm crap at time-keeping and so on. Meh.

Hope I helped.

Precisely why I was debating on whether or not to post my story. I've been through nothing compared to some of you guys...

A problem is never small in the eyes of the person with a problem, because to them it's pretty much a ******** all have big problems, and we all have petty problems.
The problem can only be as big as we let it be.

P.S.
Tragic.With.A.Captial.T don't worry on what people think of your problems.
I thought that was a pretty ********. Moving for me would be tragic too, and I don't have paranoia or real bad social anxiety.
Don't compare your problems to someone else's, there's no need.

Personally for me I was going through a really rough time for my senior year of Marching Band. It was my last season and I basically got shafred; I was suppose to be section leader but he made the other senior girl it and me assistant (for reasons I still don't know...she came in Spohemore year, I came in Freshman year but that's besides the point. I was better qualifed too.) After that, only 4 of those 110 people actually talked to me and treated me like a human being. I'd get nasty things whispered about me behind my back because I really liked the Marching Instructor Alex (they called me a whore...considering I never have even kissed anyone yet or really flirt at all it's hard to be called that.) I was the best marcher in the band..and this junior flute player would always try to correct me, but she was all wrong...and then acted like a b***h when I told her she was. Finally, after a while of that grueling summer camp I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't tke the feeling of being in a room with 110 people andfeel utterly alone. So, I decicded to kill myself that night after my parents and my siblings went to bed...I loved my family and all of my friend (who weren't in Band) but the pain was too much for me to handel. I was either going to overdose on my anti depresants, or slit of wrists. After rehearsal that ay and a shower my sister asked if I wanted to go to the mall with her; I thought it would be nice to spend my afternoon with her because it mightv'e been my last. One thing about my sister is, she hates playing the music loud in her car so she can talk. On the way there "Welcome to The Black Parade" was on (93.3 was playing the singal months before the CD came out) and she pumped up the volume and said really wuick, "You listen to this song, it's important."
so I did.
It made me feel really stupid about myself and about what I was going to do...I don't know if it was the whole Marching Band motif to it, but I connected with that song. And I know for a fact that if I hadn't heard that song that day...I wouldn't be here anymore.
And that's how My Chemical Romance saved my life.