See the girl on the left? That’s my little sister, Makenzie. She just turned 13. You’d probably never guess that shes struggled with self harm, manic depression, personality and eating disorders for over a year now. In January she over dosed and ended up in the hospital. She was taking her meds and convinced everyone she was doing good enough to come home so that’s what happened. She ended up going a month without cutting. when she started again they weren’t deep or nearly as bad as they were before the hospital. Until lately, she stopped taking her meds and I noticed her slipping back into her old self.
That second picture you probably don’t think that’s a lot of blood. If only you knew how much blood that little girl lost last night.
We were at a family friends house and Makenzie seemed fine. On the way home we noticed she got really snappy and irritated but we had no idea why. When we got home she ran up into her room. My mom went after her and tried talking to her when she left my sisters room she was bawling. I then went up to talk to Makenzie and got her to the point where i didn’t think she was going to cut. About 30 minutes later my mom got a text from her “Im sorry. But help.” We both ran up the stairs we opened the door to see Makenzie, my 13 year old sister, sitting there arms on her legs covered in blood. Not only was she covered in blood but also her bed. I got all the medical supplies and got her in the bathroom with a towel over the sink. She was bleeding so bad. I didn’t even have enough time to look at the cuts after washing them. I wrapped her arms in layers of paper towels while we rushed her to the emergency room. It took 45 minutes before the doctor came to see her because shes “just another cutter”.
If she didn’t text my mom she would have bled out and we would have found my little sister dead. The point in this is that if you do self harm you’re more then “just another cutter”. You’re still a human. People still love you. Even if you don’t think so. There are people to talk to. Just do me a favor, Next time you feel the need to self harm just talk to someone. Please. I love you and you’re worth it.
i wouldn’t say this saved me but earlier today i was feeling really shitty and thinking about harming myself and this just gave me a reality shock so thanks
wow. well tell her i think she is seriously beautiful
sorry if i annoy you guys with my poems but i tried something different with this one
only one person came to mind when i read this. and btw, this is beautiful.
My arms from the beginning of 2011 to now. It’s not easy to stop this addiction. Especially when it becomes such a normal routine for you. But you can get though it. I promise things do get better eventually.
I wonder how many people look at me and think that I have it all together.
My name’s Dallas. I’m 19 years old and I’ve been struggling with depression and anxiety for as long as I could remember, the bulimia and self harm started in middle school, and the starving and suicide attempts started in high school. I used to be really over weight, I’d get harassed and picked on about it in school. I didn’t think of any of it as a huge deal back then but looking at it now it ruined my life. It started off with pen caps and safety pins when I’d get frustrated I’d drag them across my skin, pushing them harder each time.
When I hit high school (still at a heavy weight) I thought maybe things would be better for me. After a hard break up I lost it; I stopped eating completely, I wouldn’t go to school or even get out of bed, I wouldn’t talk to anyone, I pushed my family away, and I lost a lot of friends. After a week or so I thought I’d be okay for me to go back to school, so I did. Half way through the school day I has a break down, took a pair of scissors, and went into the bathroom. I sat on the floor by the toilet and saw toilet cleaner. I poured it in the cap and drank it, re filled it, drank it again, re filled it, and when I tried to drink that one I couldn’t. It stung my throat and nose so bad. Then I took the scissors and cut up and down my arm. I sat there watching myself bleed and having it drip all over the floor, I didn’t care, I wanted to die. I wrapped up my arm with paper towels and found one of my friends, she hugged me and other girls went to get help.
Before I knew it I was on my way to the hospital. They had be stay there over night to make sure I was okay and my mom and stayed slept in the hospital room with me. The next morning I was sent over to a rehab center for teenagers. I spent Saint Patrick’s Day and Easter there. About a month later I was released and I made everything think I was okay, and I was for a while.
That next summer is what did it for me. I just stopped eating completely. I went from 182lbs to 116 in a few months. I blacked out in gym class and had to be taken out in a wheel chair. That summer is when my eating disorder became my best friend, and ‘til this day it still is.
I still starve and purge and cut and everything.. But I also know that I’m not the only one that is dealing with stuff like this. I just want other people to know that you’re not alone in anything you’re dealing with.
I’m still here and I know that I can make it through this, so can you.
Stay Strong <3
This girl has my respect
this too will pass. Life will get better. be strong :)
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