Krystal Rose

Survival

The best man on the night he saved my life. @piercethevic @piercetheveil. I will never be able to thank you guys for still being here today. It’s not a story I openly share; but I’ve been quiet long enough. It’s time to share my survival story.

I came to this show alone. Scared and alone. This was the night I planned to end my life. I didn’t wanna die without seeing my favorite band live. I didn’t tell anyone my plans for after the show because I was embarrassed. I let someone else define my worth…..

I let him make me feel like I was worthless. Like I wasn’t good enough, pretty enough, smart enough. Like I wasn’t worthy of being here. So I got dressed for the concert and packed my pills in my purse and left home. Ready to end everything. Ready to be done. I didn’t wanna hurt.

I kept to myself in line. Saw the boys as they left the bus. The pain I was feeling when I planned my night was slowly disappearing. Music heals. And you’ll never be able to tell me otherwise. The openers were amazing. The crowd was so welcoming. I even met a few people….

Who helped me get to the front of the stage. They helped me to enjoy myself more and more throughout the night. Then the boys came on. I was mesmerized. Absorbing everything word and note that came through those speakers…. Then Hold On Till May came on…

It’s like @piercethevic knew. He reached out to me during this song. Held my hand while he sang the line “Darling; you’ll be okay.”

I sobbed. It broke me. But also woke me up. I am worthy. I deserve to love. I deserve to be here. I am enough. He had no clue what he did for me.

I stayed glued to the rail for the rest of the night. Crying to myself. The people I had met that night, I’ll never forget you. You helped me when you had no idea who I was. I told them my story. They gave me gas money to get home (I planned to leave my car) and we went to dennys..

Photo dumps of some selfies of me feeling myself.