The Doctor…how do I begin to describe what he is to me? In simple terms, he saved me. I was in a bad place when I started watching the show back in September. I was going through really rough times with my boyfriend who was off at college, and I felt so lonely. I took to the Doctor right away because I could tell he felt that loneliness too, if to a larger degree. After that first episode, I was hooked. If I was feeling particularly low during the day, I knew I could come home and watch Doctor Who, and everything would go away for a while. I wouldn’t have to worry about my own problems. I could go off to another planet, or go back in time, and be right along side Rose and the Doctor while they had their many adventures.
Then Doomsday came around. Coincidentally, I watched that right after my boyfriend and I broke up because of the distance. My heart broke for Rose, I felt so connected with her, because really, she’s just like me. She was a teenager when she met the Doctor, and he had to leave forever. I was sobbing right along with them when the Doctor disappeared.
But that was just the beginning. Because while watching Martha, Donna, and the Eleventh Doctor, rewatched Rose’s series, and I realized he meant so much more to me than the initial things I felt. He gave me a sense of hope that maybe someday, we can reach the stars. Maybe there are others out there, trying to find us just like we’re trying to find them. Before Doctor Who, I felt so alone in the universe when I thought about the fact that we haven’t found any other life forms yet. But then I saw Doctor Who and realized that there most likely are others. They just haven’t found us yet.