Oliver Queen, the Green/Arrow, saved my life.
(Warning: this post discusses Depression and low self-esteem/self-worth, as well as referencing suicidal thoughts and feelings.)
Oliver Queen, you have saved this girl’s life.
People who’ve read a lot of my internet-ness before will be aware that I credit a lot of things for saving my life — from fanfiction to meds, from blogging to Fall Out Boy. With what feels like millions of other things in between.
I mean all of it. Completely.
When Depression sinks it’s teeth in so deep that you think you are the worst creature to ever draw breath — that, in fact, you’re probably hogging oxygen from someone who deserves to breathe it more — you need more than just one thing to rescue you.
One of these days, I’ll have to list all of the things that’ve kept me on this earth. That have allowed, and keep allowing, me to survive.
Of all the things on that list though, some would be underlined, with little hearts around them.