HELP
I was on facebook, just as usual, and you texted me.
"Hey, I need to show you something..."
I loved getting texts from you, you always knew how to make me smile, even when I felt like I never wanted to smile again... that was today.
I replied with an "ok" and waited a few minutes.
Then you sent it. I felt my heart drop- plummet down into my stomach. I felt like puking. I felt like crying. I was shaking it hurt me to see that you did that to yourself. It was a picture of your scars from cutting, from about a 2 years ago- I guessed. I rolled up my sleve and gently touched my cuts, wondering if you felt the way I did when you saw my cuts. Just minutes earlier I sent you a picture of my cuts on snapchat. You asked me "why" I told you because of people and because of stress. Finally, finally someone cared just alittle, I showed another person earlier, but she never cared. She just said something along the lines of, "oh ok." I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek. Underneath there were words, words that helped me- maybe even...saved me, from the unspeakable...
"listen, there's no valid reason for anyone to EVER cut. What people say or do doesn't matter; what you think and feel about yourself does. Most of the things people say may be stupid, but what isn't stupid is when whatever they say is good enough for you to self-harm. I've never cut from people, but I have cut from stress and depression. A week after I cut, my friend immediately noticed and cared enough to talk to me about it. This shows that someone will be there in your time of need. Just tell anyone you trust, and tell them it's urgent. If they truly do care, they'll try to talk to you about it."
That, reading that made me cry. I felt so guilty. Everytime I feel the urge to self harm, I read this and remember how you sent me this, it wasn't much but it helped me. I'm so glad you cared. I love you. My scars are now faded- barely noticeable, thank you. I think that if you never helped me that maybe, there would be twice as many scars on my arms. You have no idea how much that helped me, thank you.
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