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.

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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.

Wait, what?

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

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baby House <3

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…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.

Commencing tears….now.

Masquerading as Kyle. I am so pleased.

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Hugh Laurie/Season 8 Photoshoot