Today in my math class, I was talking to this girl next
to me. I looked down to see her wrists full of cuts.
Me
: "Can I ask you a
question?"
Her: "Sure!"
Me: "Where are all those scrachs and scars from?"
Her: "Oh.. uh my cat.."
Me: ".... I've told that lie way too many times to think
it's true."
Her: " ... they're from me cutting..."
Me: " I just wanted to let you know you're not
alone."
Her: " wait, what?"
Me:" I'd show you my scars, but they're on my
hips.."
Her: " you used to cut?"
Me: " yeah, about 3 months ago, I asked for help for my eating
disorder and cutting. It's a good thing, because I honestly
dont know if I'd be here If Amy didnt make me get help. So I
just wanted you to know, everything will get better, I
promise."
Her: "Thank you so much"
I reached out to her to tell her she isnt alone. Everyone
needs someone to tell them that. It means
something.