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Self-harm awareness day

Today is self-harm awareness day. It is a very important day for me as a former self-harmer, and when I was at my lowest I thought no one knew how I felt, but now I know better. This is a day for people to learn more about the causes of self-harm and the risks. Self-harm is no different than any other unhealthy coping mechanism like drugs, alcohol, and many others. Just because someone self-harms does not make them any different from an addict that needs help. So, if you are a self-harmer and If you’re not sure where to turn, call the S.A.F.E. Alternatives information line in the U.S. at 1-800-366-8288 for referrals and support for cutting and self-harm. If you know a self-harmer, or just want to be more aware click here for more information.

Sorry I haven't been posting, kinda forgot that I had a blog. But I have something to share. TW of SA and brief SH

I read something on here, I didn't safe the post or remember who it's from, about Firefighter. For those of you who don't know what it is it's a rape "game". When someone asks you to play Firefighter and you say yes, it's "content" to let them rape you. Reading that made me remember about when I was sexually assaulted. It made me remember more details leading up to it and even made me remember the date of it, March 18th 2021. And surprisingly, I didn't break down, I didn't relapse on my SH, I got angry, pissed, I still am angry but not as bad. I hate that I remembered when it's way too late to do anything and that I still can't remember it fully. I hate that after I started making peace with it, I had to remember more of it.

I started to realize that the "game" is kind of coming back to light so I want to tell people about it to warn them. So if anyone EVER asks you to "play", run for the hills, scream your head off, and find authorities. Don't respond to the person, just run.

stupid tips for coping with relapse urges!!

this mayyyy become a series, depending on how much attention this gets. anyhow

"wet floral foam" is the stuff you want here. you can probably get your paws on some at dollerama. its that stuff ppl squish in yt shorts brainrot, it looks like a green foam brick and it usually has water in it in those videos.

now, whenever you wanna relapse, drag your nail all over it. make it look like you've cut it up. or use something else, whatever works. this tip works really well for me, and i hope it can help someone else

stupid tips for coping with relapse urges!!

this mayyyy become a series, depending on how much attention this gets. anyhow

"wet floral foam" is the stuff you want here. you can probably get your paws on some at dollerama. its that stuff ppl squish in yt shorts brainrot, it looks like a green foam brick and it usually has water in it in those videos.

now, whenever you wanna relapse, drag your nail all over it. make it look like you've cut it up. or use something else, whatever works. this tip works really well for me, and i hope it can help someone else

TW: VENT, SELF-HARM, SKIN ILLNESS

And now I will explain my story.

When I was a teenager, I suffered from self-harm (I could beat myself and cut myself). I couldn't get off it because of the tension, stress, and loneliness.

But I've been clean for 3-4 years now and I'm not addicted to SH.

In addition, I have atopic dermatitis, which has progressed terribly from the middle of the year to the present day. This disease is associated with stress, and I have frequent anxiety. So that's why it got back.

So what am I talking about? When I was a teenager, I was very weak, I was very emotional (in a bad way), and my outlet was to hurt myself. Now that I'm free of this, I'm faced with the fact that my anxiety hasn't gone away, it's just that now I'm overcoming a desire to do something bad to myself. My eternal relief of worries turns into the development of dermatitis.

I'm okay now. I'm being treated for atopic dermatitis. It's just that sometimes I involuntarily take myself back to the past... and it makes me feel better who I am now

my scars fading<<<<

having more space to cut>>>>

why cant ppl js leave me alone

the urge to cut is so strong but my parents are always coming into my room after I've been up there for like 10 minutes since I gave them a letter explaining everything. I'm such a hypocrite but still

Day 3 & 4 of Goretober & Jashtober!!

vv My lists! vv

Exit Strategy - Murderbot

Alt version with a different quote and blood under the cut

Network Effect - Bharadwaj

As someone who's been suicidal and has harmed themselves it's good to show awareness and about this kind of stuff and to show people that they're not alone so please if anyone out there is suicidal or self-harms please just try and resist it no matter how harmless it may be please don't do it if just for today, you are loved by many people and people you'll meet someday because you are wonderful❤️❤️❤️

Ok I feel like you guys deserve something so... have a story I guess.

Random Loubby thing I drew, and story I’m making up on the spot.

(What a title)

Quick Note: They’re like, 17 or so here. Ok? Ok.

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Webby was walking through the manor, being her awesome Webby self, when she heard something. It sounded almost like... surpressed gasps of pain.

She followed the sound for a minute or so, and it led her to the 2nd guest bathroom on that floor. The door was opened slightly. Peeking in, she saw Louie standing there, with his back to her. He was crying and leaning over the sink, running the water over his left arm.

“Hey Lou, you ok?” Webby asked, entering the room. Louie, surprised by her presence, quickly turned around, holding said arm behind his back.

“Yeah, totally.” He replied, his voice strained and his face twisted into an unconvincing smile. He rubbed his eyes dry with his right sleeve. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Webby raised a concerned eyebrow.

“What’s behind your back?” She asked.

“My arm.” Louie replied. Webby looked him in the eye for a second.

“Show me.” She said firmly. Louie chuckled nervously, fidgeting his arm behind his back for a second, before holding it out in front of him. The sleeve was rolled back down.

“See? Nothing out of the ordinary!” He said as cheerfully as he could. Webby sighed, grabbing his arm and rolling the sleeve up. Louie winced in pain. Who could blame him? There were 3 large gashes up his arm, and a few more small ones scattered among them.

“Louie, we talked about this!” Webby reminded him gently. Louie sighed shakily.

“Please don’t tell Webs.” He begged, rubbing his eyes on his sleeve again. Webby sighed again.

“I won’t.” She promised, pulling him with her out of the room. “You’re just lucky no one’s home.” She pulled him down to the kitchen and made him sit down at the counter while she got out a first aid kit.

“It’s not that big a deal Webby.” Louie told her irritably as she pulled his arm out to treat. “They’re just cuts.”

“They’re not ‘just cuts’ Louie.” Webby replied worriedly, grabbing the disinfectant from the kit. “They’re cuts you gave yourself. That’s not healthy!” She pressed a cotton swab on the largest cut, causing Louie to wince again and his eyes to water.

“Ow!” He exclaimed.

“Sorry!” Webby said quickly. “But I need to clean them!”

The next few minutes passed in silence, aside from Louie’s wincing from the pain. Finally, Webby wrapped his arm in bandages and tied them tightly.

“There.” She said quietly. “Now they’ll heal, and as long as you’re in long sleeves, no one will see.”

“Thanks.” Louie mumbled, rolling his sleeve back down. He groaned and put his head down on the counter.

“You just put your face in your blood.” Webby pointed out, lifting his head back up gently. His face was splotched with bits of crimson.

“Cool. Can you tell me when I care?” Louie asked miserably. Webby sighed and wiped his face clean with a damp cloth.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself Lou.” She said with a concerned voice, sitting next to him.

“I can as long as there’s scissors in the mansion.” He replied. “And even without those, there’s always knives. Maybe even a good old fashioned sword.”

“Why though?” Webby asked.

“I don’t know, ok?” Louie snapped back, turning away from her. He felt a few hot tears run down his face again. “I don’t... know.” He repeated shakily.

“Look at me Louie.” Webby said firmly. He sighed and turned back around, looking her in the eye. “Louie, I know what you’re thinking.” She said after seeing the self-hatred in his eyes. “Don’t you dare believe it.”

“I...I can’t help it.” He replied tearfully.

“Lou,” Webby started, putting her hands on his shoulders. “You are an amazing person. You’re smart, you’re kind, and you are IMPORTANT. And I love you just the way you are, no matter what.” Louie rubbed his eyes on his sleeve again and sniffed. Webby pulled him into a tight hug.

“I love you too.” Louie replied quietly over her shoulder. She pulled away and kissed his forehead.

“I know you do.” She assured him with a smile. “But you need to love yourself too.” Louie’s eyes dropped to the floor.

“I can’t.” He replied. “I can’t find anything about me worth loving.”

“Then look harder.” Webby told him. “Because I see all of it every day.”

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Ok, well, there you go.

Reblog if

You've ever written your suicide note.

Inferior

I keep my head down low

I don't let passion show

I'm ugly and I know

I know I'm inferior

Using my ribs

To slit my wrists

This is the life I live

Obvious cheekbones

You laugh and you throw stones

This is the world I know

Starving off pounds

The wind blows me down

My enemy wears my crown.