laybesidemeunderwickedskies:
I’m not one to really know how to give advice to people but
This is a photo of my roommate’s arm. Many on tumblr know of her as jeffgavis [ http://jeffgayvis.tumblr.com/ ]
(She gave me her permission to post this just fyi because I’m posting this to make a point)
After I woke up to find her in the bathroom doing this to herself. I quickly got her to calm down and she kept saying how much she felt like she deserved this and how crappy of a person she was. I cleaned her wounds up. She went to go lay down on her bed. Other than my lame advice I did’t know what to do to cheer her up and I grabbed a bandaid, and drew a smiley on the bandaid, and put it on her wrist. After thinking about it for a second, I then grabbed a few more bandaids. and wrote “You’re awesome” and “Don’t Hurt Yourself”. She smiled
If anyone feels the need to cut themselves and that they’re worthless, please don’t. You honestly make people worry about you and you’re hurting others more than yourself.
Always know that:
You’re awesome
c:
Don’t hurt yourself.
You’re loved.
You all have so much to live for.
And if you don’t think you’re loved,
I’ll love you :D
Even if I have no idea who you’re are. I’m always willing to listen.
Throw me a message if you need to vent.
I’ve been having a rough time with my bipolar disorder. Don’t get me wrong - the hypomanic swings are awesome, great, fuckin’ fantastic, but these low swings…yeah…
I cut myself again for the first time in eight months. Not to say I had been strong those eight months - I thought about it all the time. I like to consider myself a strong person, seeing as how I’ve been through a lot (although I know others have had it worse), but I guess the lonliness finally got to me. I shattered a glass in the sink, tested the shards out to find which was the sharpest, and cut away. I didn’t know my roommate had just woken up though, so to my surprise (and definitely to her’s), she saw me half-naked, holding a bloody piece of glass. I started laughing and tried to joke it off (…I don’t know how that would’ve even been possible, but I guess I thought it was worth a shot). Once she saw what I did, she got wide-eyed and asked me what I had done. Once again, I started laughing. It was nothing. But it was more than nothing. I had a moment of weakness. She took me over to the bathtub and started pouring peroxide on the cuts, then grabbed a paper towel to wipe it away. I told her no, I wanted it to sting. She said I was talking nonsense and after a while, I gave up and went to lay down. As we were laying on the futon, she told me to hold on. She came back with band-aids and a pen, and stuck these cute little messages on my wrist, and for the first time in a while, I didn’t feel so lonely.
![laybesidemeunderwickedskies:
I’m not one to really know how to give advice to people but
This is a photo of my roommate’s arm. Many on tumblr know of her as jeffgavis [ http://jeffgayvis.tumblr.com/ ]
(She gave me her permission to post this just fyi because I’m posting this to make a point)
After I woke up to find her in the bathroom doing this to herself. I quickly got her to calm down and she kept saying how much she felt like she deserved this and how crappy of a person she was. I cleaned her wounds up. She went to go lay down on her bed. Other than my lame advice I did’t know what to do to cheer her up and I grabbed a bandaid, and drew a smiley on the bandaid, and put it on her wrist. After thinking about it for a second, I then grabbed a few more bandaids. and wrote “You’re awesome” and “Don’t Hurt Yourself”. She smiled
If anyone feels the need to cut themselves and that they’re worthless, please don’t. You honestly make people worry about you and you’re hurting others more than yourself.
Always know that:
You’re awesome
c:
Don’t hurt yourself.
You’re loved.
You all have so much to live for.
And if you don’t think you’re loved,
I’ll love you :D
Even if I have no idea who you’re are. I’m always willing to listen.
Throw me a message if you need to vent.
I’ve been having a rough time with my bipolar disorder. Don’t get me wrong - the hypomanic swings are awesome, great, fuckin’ fantastic, but these low swings…yeah…I cut myself again for the first time in eight months. Not to say I had been strong those eight months - I thought about it all the time. I like to consider myself a strong person, seeing as how I’ve been through a lot (although I know others have had it worse), but I guess the lonliness finally got to me. I shattered a glass in the sink, tested the shards out to find which was the sharpest, and cut away. I didn’t know my roommate had just woken up though, so to my surprise (and definitely to her’s), she saw me half-naked, holding a bloody piece of glass. I started laughing and tried to joke it off (…I don’t know how that would’ve even been possible, but I guess I thought it was worth a shot). Once she saw what I did, she got wide-eyed and asked me what I had done. Once again, I started laughing. It was nothing. But it was more than nothing. I had a moment of weakness. She took me over to the bathtub and started pouring peroxide on the cuts, then grabbed a paper towel to wipe it away. I told her no, I wanted it to sting. She said I was talking nonsense and after a while, I gave up and went to lay down. As we were laying on the futon, she told me to hold on. She came back with band-aids and a pen, and stuck these cute little messages on my wrist, and for the first time in a while, I didn’t feel so lonely.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/f71215bc7d27273687d584665ad37cdd/tumblr_mn7moaq3kC1qcqf6lo1_500.jpg)
