I’m trying to explain… (slight trigger warning for self harm that you all do)
Imagine that I’m your friend. Hell, I might be your best friend, or the person you’re dating or married to.
Now imagine that I have a blade. I keep cutting into myself, getting light headed and happy from the blood loss. Maybe I get angry, or weepy, or chatty, and eventually (hopefully) I stop. Barely able to stand, I happily call it a night, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Imagine if you walked into a party or a bar and that is what everyone is doing.
"Would you like the rusty blade or an elegant dagger to cut with tonight, sir?"
"Hmmm… I can’t decide…"
And you’re just sitting here watching your friends and family do this to themselves. They offer blades to you too.
"C’mon, it’s not so bad."
"You get used to it"
"Just a little slice."
"What’s wrong with you, just take the scalpel."
You just want to knock the blades away and tell them to stop!
“What is wrong with you!? Why would you do this to yourself? What do you hate so much about who you that you feel the need to self harm? What makes you think that this is normal and okay to do?”
Now you know how I feel when I watch you drink alcohol.
I can’t speak for all straight edgers out there, and I can’t tell all you drinkers to stop and expect to be listened to. I can only put this out there and hope that maybe you read it, and maybe it saves your life.
It hurts to know that a lot of you will say that I am wrong, or put this post down, or take me off of you invite lists. Apparently if you can’t be around people actively killing themselves, you just don’t understand a good time.
I don’t care what you say or how angry you get at me for this. Get it off of your chest, because I will still love you and I am not sorry for caring about your wellbeing.