I have never wanted to cause harm to myself, but I know person’s who have. Young ladies with beautiful smiles, bright personalities and a long life ahead of them. They were cursed with a pain buried deep in side that steamed from the turmoils of life- a pain they couldn’t see past or understand. As a release, they drew blood, an outward manifestation of that hidden feeling. Their own little secret, masked by smiles. Yet underneath were bodily cuts made with everyday sharp objects, hidden by long sleeves. Self harm was a coping mechanism for the upcoming day.
These young ladies I know received help, but it is still a constant struggle. So today I write for them on byway of the semicolon project.
On April 16th anyone who struggled with self harm, suicidal thoughts, depression, anxiety, unhappiness, a broken heart, or a loved was asked to draw a semicolon on their wrist.
A semicolon represents a sentence the author could’ve ended, but chose not to…The author is you and the sentence is your life.
Everything that happens in life is not pleasant, and many things are downright hard to bear. Your burdens do not have to be the cause for an end. You are the author of your fate, and your book is not finished. Edit your chapter, make this one longer, or turn the page and start anew.
But just keep writing.