To anyone out
there who's ever self-harmed, just know
that you are not alone. You didn't even have to cut to feel the
pain, but if you feel
lonely and broken, just remember to keep your head up. Go get a
pen. Right now. Do it.
I can wait.
...
.,.
...
Got a pen?
Okay. Now, draw a butterfly on your wrist. Any butterfly, any style
of your choice.
The stronger you stay by not self harming, the more the butterfly
will live. If you cut, it dies.
Don't wash it off, scratch it, etc. Let it fade away by itself.
Show your support and win this battle.
This butterfly is the war you will win.
<3
“Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a
penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little
my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow
globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the
top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall
gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I
thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he
said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's
trapped in a perfect world.”