Self-harm - Blog Posts
I’ve heard about several apps designed to help people who are depressed, considering self harm, anxious, etc. Unfortunately, I can’t track down any of the names right now. If you have recommendations, please spread the word!
Listen up. There is literally an app that can help you avoid self harm and I don’t know why we aren’t talking about it.
Calm Harm can be tailored to your needs and will provide strategies to help you get past those crucial moments of wanting to harm.
It’s also totally FREE.
once again, it’s called CALM HARM
How to talk someone out of suicide?
I met someone on this random app the other day who wanted me to read their suicide note. I talked them out of suicide but they still want to do it tonight. I don't know exactly where they live soni can't get them help. I don't know anyone who lives close to them. They say they have no one and that their dad rapes them and their mom is dead, they've never met their extended family and their friends r shit. Any advice?
They can't leave their house, if anyone lives in LA would b able.tondrive them it would b good to know
Wait isn’t self-harm just cutting?
No. Self harm is anything you purposefully do that you do that harms your body or mind, and that you know will harm you, but that you do anyway.
This is my hand after relapse for everyone wondering.
I relapsed a few days back. I've been crying for weeks I can't take it anymore. It's so damn hard. It's like I'm in peices and a shredder is shredding them.
trigger warning/////
you know when it’s late at night and the sudden urge to just. grab some razors and go ham ? like ,,,,, there’s some kind of comfort brought to me by blood, yknow?? i haven’t self harmed in like, a year? idk. but the sudden urges are still there, i can see them so clearly in my head and it takes so much not to go after them
if you’re ever having a bad day, just listen to my dad’s laugh.
Scars
I should probably preface this with a content warning for discussion of self-harm.
I’m left-handed; when I’m receiving a vaccination or having blood drawn, I will normally offer up my right arm - as was recently the case when I received my first COVID vaccine dose.
While staring at my arm in the mirror, I realized that I had self-harm scars that are still very visible; and based on their appearance, very obviously self-inflicted. (This is not the case elsewhere - they have either faded, or are normally hidden.)
I’m mortified, as it means the provider that administered my dose absolutely saw them (and will again, as I tend to get pretty mean injection site pain and I really don’t want to experience that in my dominant arm).
More generally though, it got me thinking. The reason I struggle with others seeing what I did to myself is not because I’m ashamed, but because on some level I feel that my suffering was not legitimate - that I hurt myself not because I was truly in pain, but for attention. An imitation of the struggles of others.
There isn’t really a good answer here; just another piece of the puzzle to make sense of.
Hurting yourself will not fix it. There are so many people who love you and could tell you why. Even if there weren't, there would be God because God is love. Stay strong. Be brave. It will get better, I promise. Cling to the Lord: take heart, for He has overcome the world. Happy New Year and love from HelixRose.
I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit...
I can't deal sometimes...Something happens and my mind fucking goes awol. Then these thoughts cross my mind, and all I can think of is running the blade across my arm, or purposely making my truck slide into something since the grounds are slippery, or really just doing anything to hurt myself...But I don't want to go back down that road again of harming myself...I wish I knew what to do, what to think, and how to deal. But every second that goes by, the urge to do something stupid gets stronger and stronger. Why can't I just have a normal working brain?
Share. Please. In honor or this nameless hero whom because of this letter he or she sent me, could save a life tonight.
again, my box is always open.
“1. “…and your mother said ‘Happy birthday. I am sorry to inform you that everyone you love is dead’” Explain, with reference to Sylvia Plath’s first suicide attempt and subsequent admittance to hospital, the relevance of the quote above to your childhood, when, upon seeing the brilliant blue of a butterfly’s wings—(10 marks) 2. Should a poet’s work be enjambed or read in sequence? Examinees are encouraged to utilise essay structure and one reference to Walt Whitman in their answer.(5 marks) 3. There’s stardust in our eyes and laughter on our lips, Over and over again the orchestra plays our last dance: Amor, amor, amor—(10 marks) 4. They saw that post you made last night, when you thought they had gone to sleep and you could let the hurt bleed. Give up. It’s over. You’re over. A person who has feelings is a ruined person unless they keep their mouth shut - which is exactly what you didn’t do. (5 marks) 5. I hold stars for the gods, their flashing eyes are nebulae, colours blooming against the universe; their council is the companion of beauty and destruction. The moirai, with their pale fingers, trace my body, as cold and unfeeling as porcelain, each brush a calculation and every new line a fate thrown into existence. They cut my golden hairs one by one; there is no string of fate, destinies are written in my stars— (10 marks) 6. “You trace my scars like you could brush them away and wipe the blood from my mouth as if it would remove the wounds on my lips.” Discuss this statement, with evidence cited from the decline of the relationship between Lucien Carr, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg to support your conclusion. (5 marks) 7. “Now the sky is still heartbreakingly blue. It’s a blue that lovers kiss under, in the cooling summer air, the kind that drags itself across the skin of my body and leaves a trail of goose bumps to hint at its existence. It’s so quiet I can hear the radio playing somewhere. It’s singing about people, and about feelings… feelings about people. It’s warbling words of love and murdering us with words edged like an axe. It’s crooning the song of death.” Do you agree? (20 marks) 8.Cassandra was gone long before her death, murmuring words, and words, and words; and her mind falling as Apollo watched her beauty heighten in her madness, and the truth will always be madness, but when she died with screams on her lips, she could not help but be satisfied with her choice, though it may never have been hers, because she cannot be her own person any more than you can stand to keep away from blades, do you understand please do you understand—(10 marks) 9. Is opinion a requirement for literature? Are you? (15 marks) 10. If, at 5 A.M. on a Monday morning I still haven’t slept and countless cups of coffee have cooled in my hands, but I’m still reaching for your number in my phone even after you told me “never again”: (i) Explain why the French Revolution was an amalgamation of poor leadership, economic troubles and enlightened thinking, making sure to provide sufficient illustration of the dramatic irony and use of paradox used by the authors of the nightmare you had two hours ago every night but never wake from. (ii) Draw the colour of your soul. (10 marks) — BONUS QUESTIONS: Shouldn’t you have learnt by now? (25 marks) Death won’t get an A on your exam. (25 marks) If I don’t exist, how do I know about me? (25 marks)Please? (25 marks) — All working must be demonstrated. All questions must be answered. Illegibility will be penalised.”
— standard exam, E.C.
“I wanna drink until I ache, I wanna make a big mistake.”
Marina and The Diamonds // Teen Idle
Everyone had their reasons, you just don't know what they are yet
TW self harm, alcohol
I got home and fucking cut my foot and got drunk and now I'm just laying here with a paper towel inside my sock, feeling so fucking much better. I feel bad because I plan to lie to my husband if he asks about my foot, but not bad enough to not do it I guess. I don't want him to know so I'm not telling anyone irl.
I'm just. I'm so tired and it's been a bad, triggering af day, and this is what I've chosen to do about it. I'm in my fucking thirties and I'm still acting like a fucking dumbass.
I don't want to be alone right now but my husband isn't going to be home for hours and nobody is answering the phone and. Idk.
I'm just here. Trying to stay alive. Trying to convince myself to stay alive.