Sooooo, 413 #13 seems like an appropriate time for me to admit this. Don't really know why I withheld the info in the first place but whatever. It's Homestuck Day.
Homestuck literally (and I do mean literally) cured my depression for an entire year. Like, an actual calendar year, from January to December. It was bar none the best year of my life. I was so inspired by this comic and its lively, relatable characters and its incredibly complex and nuanced plot and its humor and its philosophies and its art and its writing that I strove to emulate that kind of excellence in my own life.
I started drawing like mad, producing at least one fully detailed pencil drawing every couple days. I studied a lot harder, and did my best to help others do their studies as well. I socialized far more often, and aimed to be as outgoing and entertaining as possible. Hell, I started EXERCISING. I ran, lifted weights, and even took back up Tae Kwon Do as a physical hobby by retraining myself in my backyard. ALL OF THIS, every single bit of it, all because I read what I deemed to be an extraordinary webcomic.
It may sound ridiculous to you, but that year was a huge boost in my life. And even in the years since, after my depression unsurprisingly made a comeback, Homestuck continued to inspire and guide me in too many ways to list. It's an indelible part of me. For all I know, I might not still be here if it hadn't happened. So while I may now have learned not to idolize Hussie like I used to, I still cannot deny the fact that I owe him my life.