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Let Me Kiss the Bride

Frank Iero, a young man whose childhood dream was to become a psychotherapist, deals with demons of his own--literally.

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I'm terrible with summaries.

This is a Frerard fanfiction (My Chemical Romance) set in 2014. In the story, I had to shave off ten years of their ages, so Frank (in the fic) was born in 1991 and Gerard was born in 1987.

It was inspired by the concept of immortality and also the idea that people who hold positions in industries such as psychology, psychiatry, and counseling are human beings, much like the rest of us. There is a universal misconception that psychiatrists/ologists are somehow inoculated against all mental stressors, and I would like to break down those barriers.

Many psychiatrists/ologists have struggled/do struggle with various mental disorders of different levels of severity. I personally know two psychologists who suffer from depression/anxiety and one that suffers from schizophrenia.

Now, I'm not saying that ALL psychiatrists/ologists suffer from mental disorders, I would just like to make people aware that SOME DO.

I myself have wanted to become a psychotherapist since I was eleven (perhaps even further since I've always been intrigued by the brain, but I only found out what psychology meant at age eleven). I've been told multiple times by many different people that I can't be a psychologist because I suffer from Major Depressive Disorder, General Anxiety Disorder, Gender Dysphoria, and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

Enjoy the fic!

xoSkylar