To Write Love On Her Arms- TWLOHA

8/10/15

I figured out about To Write Love On Her Arms today, and here is a description, to start.

To Write Love On Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury, and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire, and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.

Find help at:

https://twloha.com/find-help/local-resources/

https://twloha.com/find-help/help-by-topic/

Hope is real, and help is real. Your story is important.

Self-harm is one of the biggest epidemics in teens, and so many people turn the hatred inwards and take their emotions out on themselves. I am one of those people.

Personally, I do it as an emotional release. However, there are so many other options.

The reason why I’m making this post today is because as soon as I read about TWLOHA, I began crying. There is so much pain and fire inside of me because of my recent relapse, and I relapsed again two days ago. I went two months clean, and have been triggered recently by the start of school. I have to keep my head up and encourage myself and others to speak up and speak out against the stigma.

Because of this huge stigma against suicide, cutting, self-harm, and mental illness in general, a lot of people don’t get the help they need.

I’ll be honest, it is scary to tell someone that you go through this shit day in and day out. They may not understand, and they may have the wrong idea about what it is. To this day, my parents don’t understand mental illness. But, it is our job to educate. Teach the world that it is not okay to make us feel ashamed for the life we have lived.

I have been self harming for four years. It has only gotten worse as the years have gone by, and I began to stop telling my parents as I started cutting. I didn’t tell them for a whole year, and I hid it really well. However, this took a huge toll on me. I felt like shit. I felt like a liar, and a stupid kid that shouldn’t even be alive. Hiding the truth is no easy thing, especially when you need help. When I finally told my mom, it was not an easy task. To date, that was the hardest discussion I’ve ever had to have with her. However, I am glad I did it, and I’m glad that it’s over with. See? We lived. You can do the same, if you are in the same position.

 You have to be honest with yourself and your family to get the help you need.

 Dealing with mental illness and self harm alone is the most daunting task. YOU HAVE TO TELL SOMEONE. I just recently told my cousin because I felt like I needed to be accountable to someone. If I mess up, I know he is watching me. I know that I would hurt another person if I hurt myself.

Being accountable to someone other than your parents and siblings is important.Sometimes, there are things that are difficult to talk about, and when you argue with your family, you need somewhere to turn except self-harm. For me, I write. I write, and write, and write. To be honest, that is how I have dealt with urges today.

To Write Love On Her Arms. This hit home. This hit me hard because practically all the time I draw a heart on my wrist. It symbolizes love. It is almost like the Butterfly Project (which is where you draw a butterfly, naming it after a family member, every time you have an urge to harm, and if you cut then you kill the butterflies and the people).

The heart on my wrist reminds me to love myself and not hurt myself. It’s a promise to myself that I won’t puncture my skin. But now, it’s a promise to my family, even if it’s unspoken.

Today, write love on your arms, and I don’t mean with a blade. Take a marker (felt tip pens work really well) and write the word, ‘love’, draw a heart, or write anything encouraging! Keep this promise to not hurt yourself. Keep this promise to me, and keep it to yourself. If you can, find someone else to keep this promise to, and check in with them to let them know what’s going on.

If you ever feel the urge to self-harm, please, please, PLEASE look at the websites above or the helplines below.

1-800-DON’T-CUT

1-800-334-HELP

1-877-332-7333

I am here for you all. ♥

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Take care of your thoughts.

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7/24/15

Today, there is a lot on my mind and a lot that I can write about. Suicide, self-harm are the basis of depressive thoughts have all been in my thoughts all day. However, I am going to take a step back before I dive into any of these.

What is the root cause of these depressive thoughts? For me, and a lot of people, it’s just bad thoughts. It’s uncontrollable, terrible thoughts that enter your mind. A lot of this illness comes from within ourselves. It comes from the demons inside of us, and they can be horrifying, believe me. But, to change the negativity inside, you have to change your thinking.

Today’s exercise: Think for a second. Imagine yourself telling your younger self the same critiques you give yourself now. Tell her how stupid (s)he is for failing a test, and tell her/him how ugly (s)he looks with that adorable outfit on. Tell that cute face that (s)he is worthless.

Did that work for you? If it didn’t, imagine telling that kid you babysit that they are a waste of space. Or even better, tell it to a younger brother/sister/cousin.

Can’t do it, can you? Then why do you say things along these lines to yourself? YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN THESE DEBILITATING THOUGHTS. Take care of your thoughts, and you will slowly see your life improving. It takes time, however. Have the patience to pull through. I believe in you.

Thoughts kill, and I’m NOT going to let that happen to you.

“Let go of bad thoughts and good thoughts are going to happen. Stay positive.”

My Story

Hi everyone!

This is on its own tab on my site, but I figured I would share it as a blog post as well.

I have chosen to keep my name anonymous as this is a support page, and I am here to help empower and inspire you! However, I will share a little bit about myself.

I am an 18 year old girl, and I started this blog when I was 16. I originally started this blog on wix.com, and now have decided to switch over. I guess you could say that this is my mental health support/encouragement blog, part 2!

I have struggled for a long time with major depressive disorder and generalized anxiety disorder. I have taken the paths of self harm and have been suicidal in the past. In addition, anorexia and body image issues have plagued my teenage years. Though these have been extremely challenging, I now have the strength, courage, hope, and kindness to help others who are facing any difficulty.

I am here for you all always, and your life is precious! You are never, EVER alone. Thank you for stopping by my page!