Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while. Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies. Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. Are you going to drop the bomb or not? Let us die young, or let us live forever.
I went to a TWLOHA presentation tonight. It was super powerful. The whole idea behind To Write Love On Her Arms is amazing. Their mission statement states, “To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.” Jamie Tworkowski is the founder and he shared with us how he came about starting TWLOHA. As I was sitting in the room full of people I kept thinking about how many of them are directly affected by the problems presented. Every day I walk across campus, and everyone seems to be happy. But in reality hundreds of them are struggling internally. I wish everyone who is struggling with any of these demons could get help. Going to this presentation didn’t “save” anyone from what they have been dealing with, but it definitely gave me a whole new perspective on the people on this campus, in this town, and in the world.
After the presentation, I came back to the dorms to find a text from a friend asking me what it means when people say the “found themselves”. My response was they have a revelation. They finally realize their purpose in life. I’m not quite sure if that’s the correct definition, but I felt that it was directly related to the situation. I then asked her why she was asking such a random question and she went on telling me about how she had lost a class mate less than two hours ago to self-harm.
My heart dropped.
I just came back from a presentation that was about all of this. How do you comfort someone who is going through something so tough? She told me that she doesn’t understand how she could do something so extreme. And that she wishes she could have done something to stop it. That no one deserves to die so young. I continued to comfort her for the next two hours.
She told me that she never wants to lose me, and that she’d be done if she ever did, and how she couldn’t make it through anything like that, that just the thought of it makes her sick. It made me think about what people would do if I was gone. Who would actually care? I feel like I have enough close friends and family, but what about those people who don’t like me? Would they even care?
You never really know how strong you actually are until you’ve lost someone who means something to you. I know I’m an emotion mess most of the time, and losing someone who means everything to me is the hardest thing I could ever go through.
Just remember, no matter what, you’re never alone.
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