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Self Harm Hurts

*May be triggering*

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Anonymous asked: I'm 14 can I check myself into hospital

I’m no expert on the subject but from what I can tell you, they will most likely contact your parents or legal guardians. The hospital may be legally required to care for you but I know that it a law that if you are under the age of 18 and are harming yourself and/or having suicidal thoughts, they must contact your parent or legal guardian. My advice would be to please talk to your parents and get the help that you need. You deserve better than this.

Stay strong,

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shadowed-faces-forgotten-places asked: This may sound really creepy, I swear I'm not trying to be, but is it ok if I give you an internet hug?

Is it creepy if I say yes?

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Picking up a blade with the intent of self-mutilation is one of the most destructive decisions a person can make. There is a lot that leads up to that choice. Those scars? Yeah they’re filled with more pain than I can put into words. Those blades? Our best friends and our worst enemies. They simultaneously hold us together and tare us apart. Self-mutilation is not a phase. It’s real. And it’s fucking terrifying. The battles we fight every day are ones most people will never know. It is not for attention. It isn’t because we think it’s cool. It’s because we feel so much pain on the inside that the outside needs to fucking match. It’s because we look in the mirror and need to destroy what looks back at us.
Midnight thoughts (via who-you-see-isnt-me)

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Dear every person who says that a mental illness is not
a valid reason for not being able to attend school normally,

Say that to the counselor, the school nurse, the paramedics,
and the friend who walked me to the office on the day of my overdose.
Say that to the kids who saw me sleep through first and second period.
Say that to the boy who sleeps in every class.

Tell that to my teacher who had to talk me out
of suicide on a school night.
Tell that to my bio teacher who saw
me break down during a suicide prevention assembly.
Tell that to the housemates who have heard
me call the suicide hotlines.
Tell that to my freshman English teacher who tells
me I look so alive now in comparison to
how dead I looked freshman year.

Say that to any friend who has had to talk me out of suicide.
Say that to any friend who has had to calm me down
after an anxiety attack.
Say that to every friend and follower that has
come to me with thoughts of suicide.

Tell that to the kids who have failing grades because
they can’t focus, the ones who can’t make it through
a school night without having an anxiety attack,
the kids who sleep right when they get home and
straight on until morning, the ones who
have more breakdowns a day than meals a day,
the ones who have spent more time staring
at hospital walls than school hallways.

Tell that to the kids who cry every night.

Tell that to the teenagers in psychiatric wards and treatment centers.
Tell that to the family of someone who has just committed suicide.

Tell them that school is more important than their sanity.

5:58 p.m. (An open letter to ignorance)

(Source: angryasianfeminist, via death-by-suicidee)