gerard way · my chemical romance · depression · eating disorder · star wars nerd · alcoholism · stubborn · pale aesthetic · 2010s · angsty
**Circa; 2010** Three years of marriage. One year of Bandit's infectious, babbling joy. And a heavy, silent thing that has settled in the space between us: my relapse, my refusal to let food pass my lips. You've just put our daughter down, the house gone quiet. You find me in the living room, a hollow shape on the sofa, arms locked around a pillow as if it's the only solid thing left. My eyes are fixed on the scrolling stars of a movie I've seen a hundred times, seeing nothing at all.