Chelsea Jean. 20 years old. ISFJ.
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I’m rewatching House from the beginning (again) and I just got to the episode where Vogler becomes the head of the board and oh my god I just hate him so much. He’s despicable. Ugh.
Just curious, and don’t answer if it makes you uncomfortable, but how did House save your life? I love that show.
:] Thank you for your consideration, but I’m all too happy to talk about it. When I went back to college (university) for my second semester after a very traumatic event in my life, I got addicted to Vicodin. Not for anything pain related, at least not physically. I was going through the worst bout in my depression that I’ve experienced so far in my life. I used to hurt myself in a lot of various ways, but mainly through cutting. (If you’ve seen pictures of my tattoo on my arm, you’ll see some of the scars.) I’ll spare a lot of details, but it got really bad, and I started to scare myself. I used Vicodin to make myself basically lethargic; I wouldn’t hurt myself. But I didn’t do anything either. I stopped going to classes, even the ones that I liked. I stopped talking to people. I slept for the entire day and spent all night online, trying to find a way to feel something.
A very good slightly-more-than-friend (at the time) recommended to me that I watch House. They knew I would like it because of House’s sardonic assholey personality. I’d seen episodes of House sparingly over the course of the seasons that had already gone by, but I decided to start from the beginning. I started spending my nights watching House. If you know anything about the show, you know that House is also a Vicodin addict. As the show progressed, I realized that I wasn’t just abusing it, I was hooked on it, and I wanted to get help. When I reached the end of season 5 (spoiler alert!) when he asked Wilson to help him check himself into the mental hospital, I realized that I needed to, too. I’d attempted suicide and gotten to the point in my life where I knew that I would regret not getting help.
I spent two weeks in a psychiatric hospital after that and now it’s been almost two years since I’ve hurt myself. House spoke to me when I didn’t want to live; how’s that for being a fan girl? I know it seems cliche, but I never doubt somebody when they say a band, a show, a song, or even a single influential person saved their life. House helped me realize I not only needed help, I wanted it. I saw how much Wilson, Cuddy, and the team all cared for House, even after all the shit he’d done and put them through. I felt that way about myself, and I couldn’t believe my family and friends were still putting up with me - and not just that, but loving me. I didn’t want to keep hurting them. Most of all, I didn’t want to keep hurting myself.
House is such a real, well-developed show, and Hugh Laurie is such a great actor. The show tackles big issues through the use of medicine and does it well. I thoroughly enjoy it. Some shows that I consider myself a fan of, I can’t really just go back and watch any episode of. Some of them just bore me. With House, it’s different, because I can remember where I was in my journey toward healing when I watch any of the episodes, and I always laugh.
I didn’t mean to write a novel, but I’ve never really explained this to anybody, I’ve never really written it out. Thank you for asking. :]
There’s a video that I’ve seen on tumblr about House, M.D. (as in, the show) and it was beautiful and I know that I ‘liked’ it but so far, I’ve liked 23,489 posts, and I don’t know how to find it. Searching youtube for House quotes is like searching omegle for dudes jacking off - too many to count, and never the one you’re looking for.
Anyway, does anybody know if there’s a way to search liked posts, or a way to find videos that you’ve posted?
I’m dead WIlson.
I was extraordinarily happy with the ending of this show.
I sobbed for about two hours.
Buh. These men. :3
…I’m honestly not usually one to invest so much emotion into a tv show. I know that I’m an emotional person - I mean, heck, I cry when I see Extreme Makeover: Home Edition commercials. But other than the Harry Potter series, I really could care less that something is ending, or cancelled, etc. Until this.
I’m pressing play on the last episode of House that will ever air.
Masquerading as Kyle. I am so pleased.