I owe Tin Man my life

It was 2009; I was seventeen years old. A lot of stuff had happened. I was bereaved; I wasn't happy at college; I was stressed with my coursework; things weren't going well with my then-boyfriend. Suffering from severe learning disabilities and having no one to turn to just seemed to make everything worse. Every moment I had alone, I would burst into tears. I was plagued with constant headaches, I felt sick, and couldn't even breathe sometimes. I didn't want to live that life anymore, and believed on a few occasions that it would've been better if I never existed at all. It was awful having these feelings, especially when I'm the type of person who's always happy and optimistic. That is, until the day I was channel-surfing and saw that Tin Man was on all day long. I had heard about it when it first came out, but for whatever reason, I never got 'round to watching it. So when episode 1 started again, I got the chance. After that, life just seemed to be like what it used to be. The way life is supposed to be. Full of laughter and happiness. I was so obsessed with it, I tell you. I memorised all the lines and could recite entire scenes right off the top of my head. I started making music videos for it, and still do on the odd occasion. And being a seventeen year old girl, I developed crushes on Alan Cumming and Neal McDonough, too! But that was nearly four years ago now. I've grown up, I've changed, I've moved on. I'm a lot happier now and I think I've finally found the place where I'm supposed to be, if that makes any sense. But sometimes, I still like to return to it and sort of...indulge my inner teenager. No matter how old I get or whatever happens in my life, I will look upon Tin Man with love, respect, nostalgia, and with everlasting gratitude. Hell, one day, when I've plucked up the courage, I will have "We should all love someone that much" tattooed on my arm. It's one of my favourite quotes from it.




Anyway...Just wanted to get that off my chest...