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Here’s a little thing you lovelies can do if you ever feel the urge to cut…
When you get the urge, instead of picking up the razor, pick up a marker pen and draw on your wrist a butterfly or the name of a person/thing in your life that you don’t want to lose…
The butterfly is something so innocent, that cutting through it would feel like destroying something so pure. And well, the name of the person you don’t want to lose explains itself :) Would you really carry on knowing that you would be hurting them so much??
Try this whenever it happens, and it should eventually become an automatic reaction without having to draw :)
Remember cutting will never solves your problems my lovelies - be strong and fight against the depression instead of giving in! ♥ xx
This is a horribly graphic image and I apologise in advance if I disturb/scare anyone because I know this absolutely terrifies me… But doesn’t it break your heart to think that so many thousands of people resort to this?? It may seem like some harmless scratches at first, but what happens when it gets taken to this extreme??
Do you really see an end to your pain or problems?? Do you see a solution forming in the bleeding?? No, and there never will be lovelies. I learnt this from my own experiences and believe me when I say that this only causes more pain and suffering…
Don’t hide away from those around you who want to help. Never feel like you have to suffer in silence on your own and that this is the way to bring an end to your problems. Because it isn’t.
Talk about your problems however scary it may seem. Let your emotions out. Self harm does not benefit you in any way!! Break down the walls you’ve built around you and ask for help. It’s not a sign of weakness and you’ll find that you are never ever ever alone :)
Please remember this dearies and stay strong!! ♥ xx
It seems that society has a habit of looking down on those who have depression. You’re automatically labelled - if you cut, or seem depressed you’re ‘emo’ or an ‘attention seeker’ and this fear of being seen as something you truly aren’t can hold us back even more, can make us hide away more and can cause so many people to suffer in silence.
But it’s time we realised that depression is in no way a sign of weakness. Those of us who do suffer depression may have been through the unimagineable. It takes a lot to send someone to the point where they consider cutting or suicide and that has to be recognised. Do you really think a happy person would choose to self harm purely to gain attention?? Of course not! It’s time we reached out to those in pain instead of pushing them away and isolating them more…
Never be ashamed to admit that you cut or considered suicide. It may not be the answer to your problems but it is NOT a sign of weakness. You had a reason to.
And after admitting, the next step is recovery, to bring back your self belief and confidence and to make you realise just how amazing you are ♥ No one needs to feel like their only solution is to end their life… There’s always hope and better times ahead lovelies!
Stay strong! ♥ xx
Life for me hasn’t always been easy. Luckily for me I’ve been blessed with a good number of genuine friends, but things have happened in my family that I would never even dream of telling them.
From a very young age I’ve witnessed horrible domestic abuse… My mum and dad have been fighting for as long as I can remember and it culminated in some horrific accidents and a trip to the police… It was one of the worst times in my life - our family seemed to be broken beyond repair… In the months or so that followed, my parents split up and I stayed with my mum. But she was nowhere near in the right state of mind to be a single mother and I went from being neglected to emotionally abused… And that’s when I started cutting.
It became an addiction, a hideaway. I would sit in my room, my mother completely unaware of what was going on, and cut away. I lost all sense of hope, ambition… I lost all my emotions. At school I had a completely different personality. I was the cheerful, friendly girl - not one of the ‘popular’ girls but the one who had a lot of friends and could brighten anyone’s day. Not one of my friends knew what was going on.
In the months that followed I could feel myself wasting away, becoming incresingly depressed and losing my will to live. I was hurt, haunted by what had happened and terrified of the future. I really believed I was ready to die… And that’s when I met Joe, my current boyfriend.
He joined my music school halfway through the term (which rarely happened) and turned out to be the most genuine and lovely boy I had ever met. I had no intentions whatsoever of a relationship at this stage of my life, but he made me smile. And I hadn’t smiled genuinely for a long long time. As I got to know him better over the weeks, I felt myself becoming increasingly cheerful and soon he was the thing in my life I looked forward to. He didn’t know it but he gave me hope.
My newfound cheeriness made the cutting stop and I opened my eyes to the fact that I was only causing myself more, unnecessary pain. I realised that it was time for me to be strong, to be thankful for what I have in life and be ready to seize any opportunity that came my way. It struck me here that happiness could be found in the most unexpected ways…
As for Joe and I, we started going out 3 years after we first met. It seems like a long time, but this is the first relationship for both of us, and in those years we got to know each other so so well and I couldn’t be happier now. ♥
But don’t get me wrong. The situation at home hasn’t changed one bit. In fact it’s probably got worse. My parents are back together again and they’re still fighting and often my mum takes her anger out on me. There are times when I feel down, times when I cry… but now I know that there will always be someone there for me.
Time won’t stand still for any of us and time won’t ease the pain. But we have to believe in ourselves. We have to be able to distinguish between hurtful words spoken in anger and the truth. We have to pick ourselves up from the lowest points in our life and we have to come out stronger. We have to remember that any one day our lives could turn around forever.
It terrifies me to think that if I had been too hasty, that if I had made the decision to end my life too soon, I would never have met Joe… It gave me a new sense of belief. I didn’t think I could go any lower yet I didn’t think that there was any way of getting back up.
There always is. Be strong, hang in there, it will always get better ♥