I’m genuinely disturbed.
No matter what I’m doing online, instagram, facebook, twitter, or just reading the news, there’s at least one post that mentions this: Self Harm.
I’m not going to pretend to understand what goes on in the minds of people who harm themselves. I was raised in a family of extremely strong individuals, and self mutilation to me was always a ridiculous concept. Not that I didn’t have my share of problems. I’ve lived through poverty, a ruined parental marriage, more than my share of drunk people, and molestation.
However, I don’t brush this off as the work of ‘some attention whore(s).’ A cry for attention, no matter how mild or severe, is a cry neverthless. Something goes missing, I believe. And that’s what the whole point is. I can’t understand this because I’m standing outside the looking glass, tentatively looking in. Maybe that’s what mental illness is. You believe something that other people don’t, and suddenly you’re the crazy person. But what is crazy?
The fact is, a whole new generation has a whole new set of problems. Our Pandora’s Box holds more grief, hatred, anger and self deprecation than others. Self harm is becoming somewhat of a trend now, and I’m alarmed.
You think you’re fat? Cut your arms. You feel lonely? Slash ribbons on your legs. Boyfriend/Girlfriend left? Hack into your stomach. What happened to the good old healthy dieting, reaching out to people and just burning your ex’s stuff?
Listen to me. If you can read this, look at the hurt you’ve caused yourself and stop. You, you’re more precious than food, loneliness and a partner. You’re you, and you’re all you have. Love yourself, let other people love you. Get a pet, a friend or a cupcake.
Or I’m here too. I’m always here.