Isabella | recovering slowly
If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.
Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do."
Self harm is not beautiful.
Self harm was me, at three pm, crying my eyes out because I was scared because I wasn’t thinking and I was bleeding on my bed. Self harm is the fact that I have a stash of 2x2 gauze strips to wrap around my arm and put pressure on while I drink water, trying not to feel how dizzy I am. Self harm is being afraid to fall asleep tonight, because this just keeps opening and bleeding into my shirt. Self harm is the fact that my pinky can’t bend without my arm shooting in pain. Self harm is being afraid that I will accidentally kill myself when I’m angry and not thinking.
Self harm is a fear of myself.
Self harm. Is not. Fucking. Beautiful."