I’m still in shock after reading about Chester Bennington's suicide. When the news about Chris Cornell reached me I was devastated, but I wasn’t as shocked as I am right now. Chester’s death is a reminder that depression doesn’t have to be visible, that it doesn’t have to “look” like something. I saw Chester three weeks ago at Bråvalla Festivalen, smiling and in physically good shape. I took pictures of him, and listened to the old songs I loved so much. I remembered how much pain I was in when I listened to his voice to feel the comfort that his lyrics gave me, feeling that someone understood. And his death pains me just as Chris Cornell’s death did. There’s something about people that choose to leave us earlier that hits me harder than any other cause of death. I know what kind of dark places depression can take you to; I’ve been there myself. I know that that dark place you go to is unbearable, but I also know that there are ways out, that you can be happy again. What pains me the most is that some people are not lucky enough to find another way out from depression than suicide. It’s heartbreaking that his pain was so unbearable that death seemed like a relief... I hope he has found peace.