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Well it's never been me directly like I've never had it happen to me but I've had it happen to friends. Like I lived in another province for a year&made this friend&she was the bubbliest person you would ever meet and had no negativity in her life. But after I moved (beginning of highschool) people started bullying her&her friends got obsessed with drinking&stuff&weren't there for her &she completely changed. It was so much more painful bc I KNEW these people for a whole year&what she told me didn't seem far fetched from how I know they could be.
Just imagine getting ready for bed at 1am&having your friend message you a pic of Fresh cuts saying goodbye?
It is the most horrifying&heart stopping thing. And I felt so helpless bc there wasn't anything I could physically do. I felt like I let her down as a friend to let all the negativity get to her when she used to be such a beautiful&strong person. I was so scared that I would wake up in the morning¬ have one of my best friends with me anymore. I spent hours talking to her&convinced her to not commit but she kept cutting but as time went on more positive people made it into her life&changed her and she got better. The following summer I visited&I literally say down with her mom&her&ranted about how much she scared me. I knew she kept the cutting part of her depression away from her mom so I didn't bring it up until my mom came later to talk with her mom. I literally dragged her into another room&forced her to show me her scars and thankfully they were fading. I may or may not have slapped them.... But I kissed them after and hugged her tightly&talked to her&basically broke down. She's doing much better now &has stopped&I'm dying to meet up with her again but that's my story.
I have another friend who's from the same area (where I lived for a year)&I hadn't found out about her cutting until a year after i visited&I felt so helpless yet again. She's been getting better&has more people to help her stay clean&I'm so proud of her :')
Then I have another friend who I met 2 yrs ago&no one really knew she was cutting. I quickly found out myself bc I'm an attentive person like that&I can proudly say I've made her scared of cutting though she did relapse a few months ago but is doing pretty good ATM. &she did have a suicidal phase&I talked to her mom about it&towards the end of the school year she got help :)
And my final one that really stands our related to Instagram. I used to have this kind of recovery/help acct where I just really went through tags like anorexic, self hate, suicidal etc kinda tags and left my kik and stuff for them and a little message about how I cared and of they ever wanted to vent I was there got them. To make a long story short, after I helped her I woke up one day with a messed saying "thank you; you saved my life" and that will forever be my reason to reach out to people and know that there is someone out there that cares and wants them to be happy
Well it's never been me directly like I've never had it happen to me but I've had it happen to friends. Like I lived in another province for a year&made this friend&she was the bubbliest person you would ever meet and had no negativity in her life. But after I moved (beginning of highschool) people started bullying her&her friends got obsessed with drinking&stuff&weren't there for her &she completely changed. It was so much more painful bc I KNEW these people for a whole year&what she told me didn't seem far fetched from how I know they could be.
Just imagine getting ready for bed at 1am&having your friend message you a pic of Fresh cuts saying goodbye?
It is the most horrifying&heart stopping thing. And I felt so helpless bc there wasn't anything I could physically do. I felt like I let her down as a friend to let all the negativity get to her when she used to be such a beautiful&strong person. I was so scared that I would wake up in the morning¬ have one of my best friends with me anymore. I spent hours talking to her&convinced her to not commit but she kept cutting but as time went on more positive people made it into her life&changed her and she got better. The following summer I visited&I literally say down with her mom&her&ranted about how much she scared me. I knew she kept the cutting part of her depression away from her mom so I didn't bring it up until my mom came later to talk with her mom. I literally dragged her into another room&forced her to show me her scars and thankfully they were fading. I may or may not have slapped them.... But I kissed them after and hugged her tightly&talked to her&basically broke down. She's doing much better now &has stopped&I'm dying to meet up with her again but that's my story.
I have another friend who's from the same area (where I lived for a year)&I hadn't found out about her cutting until a year after i visited&I felt so helpless yet again. She's been getting better&has more people to help her stay clean&I'm so proud of her :')
Then I have another friend who I met 2 yrs ago&no one really knew she was cutting. I quickly found out myself bc I'm an attentive person like that&I can proudly say I've made her scared of cutting though she did relapse a few months ago but is doing pretty good ATM. &she did have a suicidal phase&I talked to her mom about it&towards the end of the school year she got help :)
And my final one that really stands our related to Instagram. I used to have this kind of recovery/help acct where I just really went through tags like anorexic, self hate, suicidal etc kinda tags and left my kik and stuff for them and a little message about how I cared and of they ever wanted to vent I was there got them. To make a long story short, after I helped her I woke up one day with a messed saying "thank you; you saved my life" and that will forever be my reason to reach out to people and know that there is someone out there that cares and wants them to be happy
