An Open Letter To Stephen Pearcy From A Concerned Fan

An Open Letter To Stephen Pearcy From A Concerned Fan

We received this letter from one of our readers.  With the recent RATT concert videos surfacing on YouTube, it’s obvious to see Pearcy is having knee trouble with obvious signs of intoxication:

Dear Stephen Pearcy,

Wasn’t it you who once told a toxic person, in that typical death growl of yours, that you’d never let them make tracks all over your life?

It was definitely you. How can I forget? You’re the reason I never allowed another person to exploit me ever again. It changed my life for the better. I know it sounds treacly, but it’s true.

I have been in the doldrums too. Sorrow, remorse, stress came my way when life had kicked me down. Friends, family, and well-wishers came forward, tried to lift me up, but I didn’t want to. I just wanted to forget, so I drowned myself in a bottle of oblivion – one after another. It felt sweet, blissful, and…..numb. It was either this or trepidation. So, I chose to be stunned.

In that time of my life, when nothing made sense to me, only your screaming vocals would penetrate through my subliminal mind. Do you know when I finally got up from that fetal position on the floor? It was when I heard you asking me to live for today and not to live for tomorrow.

You posed the question, Why spend your time bein’ somewhere you don’t want to be?

And I had no answer. So, I got up to seek help. I realized that my life is worth a lot more. It’s not worth an expensive bottle of liquor. Today, I’m living my best life, and you are the reason for it.

Therefore, you can understand why my heart sank when news of your drunken behavior at your recent concerts reached me. I never thought I’d see the word ‘disastrous’ and your name in the same sentence. But there it was, all over the internet, accounts of how you stumbled and slurred throughout your performance.

It’s okay not to feel well, but it’s not okay to treat yourself with alcohol. Please seek help and enter rehab. I urge you to get treated before it’s too late and your liver fails you. Whatever feelings you are trying to drown now would feel like a breeze, compared to what you will feel with a chronic disease.

Stephen Pearcy, you were and are my talisman. When things go wrong, I play your powerful, electrifying songs and things suddenly feel better. It pains me to see that my talisman is spinning out of control.

You know what I see right now? I see you letting alcohol make tracks all over your life.

I hope you find this letter like a heart-balm, telling you that there’s a way out. All you need to do is go to rehab and turn your life around.


A Concerned Fan

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