Role Play Here

 Alright, before I start let me just warn you: Most likely there will be cursing in this, nothing too serious I don’t think, but you are warned; this is actually a serious topic that's been bothering me forever, and I think it's time to get it off my chest; lastly, these are my opinions (yes the dreaded word), feel free to disagree- I’m not going to kill you over it. Also, you have something to get off your chest? Go for it, post it here, let go of it. It could be as simple as you ate the last cookie, or you know- you’ve killed someone.. I hope you haven’t, but you know what I mean. So, let’s start aye?

Self-Harm

• Oh yes, self-harm. Let me just say this, “self-harm” is not only cutting wrists. Self-Harm can include burning, cutting hidden places, bulimia, anorexia, and even mental issues/tendencies/problems (which I don’t think I’m going to go into). I find it awful that people only recognize the cutting of wrists as self-harm and seem to forget about all the others, they’re all important. Though in this I might be focusing on cutting/burning a bit more than the others, sorry.
• First off let me say NONE of these people doing these acts are “fishing for attention”. Why would someone who wanted attention for those actions cover them up with bracelets, jackets, long pants, band aids, I don’t know- the list goes on man. (They don’t go around crying, wearing loads of black clothes and makeup either, usually they’re normal people; so get your knickers out of a bunch love). If they wanted attention they would most likely just begin to become outgoing and do other shit, I don’t know alright- I don’t like attention either so yeah. Telling someone that they’re “only doing that for attention” or an “attention whore” will do NO good in that situation and will most likely just lead to another trigger. Let alone that person may never ask for help again in that aspect, so thanks to you that person may always be afraid of seeking help for their problem.
• Everyone seems to think that only girls self-harm, which pisses me off greatly. Guys do it too, and hell it doesn’t matter if they’re either a guy or a girl, just try to help out everyone mk? Oh, and for all those who don’t know: triggering or a trigger is something that makes the person want to harm or makes the person feel better about harming (ex: causing fights with friends, listening to certain songs, certain words [ex: worthless, stupid, fat, ugly, list goes on.])
• Now comes the tricky subject; Help. You might think it’s easy right? You find someone who self-harms, you tell them to stop, and WOOHOO all done. Ha-ha, no. You see, anyone who’s self-harmed can tell you it becomes an addiction, and I mean that in all the case of the word. Stopping their actions would be like stopping drugs or quitting drinking when you’re an alcoholic- so yeah, don’t blame them if the cave in and relapse. Just know that they’re trying, even if they only stop for a day or two. Don’t ask about it all the time, and for God’s sake never negatively react to scars, just hug them without saying anything for a while. Tell them that you’re there for them, tell them that they can make it through it, tell them they’re worth it. And why don’t they just ask for help, right? One word: fear. Fear of not being accepted, fear of hurting the people they love, fear of losing friends, fear of being shipped to therapy, fear of everything.

 Why do I know all this? Not the point. Just remember, anyone can/could be harming; no matter how they act around people~

Depression

• I’ll keep this one short due to the fact I think we all know what depression is. If not here’s a sentence: Depression is like an all-around bad mood, like someone’s living inside your mind and hates when you’re happy. Moving on, I would just like to point out that people with depression do smile, they laugh, they have friends, they go out and hang out and have fun. It’s not like they sit around and cry all the time, news flash. But just because someone is smiling doesn’t mean that they’re happy. I know all of us fake smiles when we’re upset or crap, so think of it like that- but almost every day. These people can’t control these feelings at all, they come and go and then come back and you know, leave again after some time. Yeah, at times they can smile through it and go out to school and be fine all day then come home and mussel through it, but sometimes it takes over you. Like I literally mean it takes over you. You don’t want to get out of bed, let alone go see friends or even the sunlight. All you want to do is lay there and not move. Plain and simple, don’t blame someone because they have depression; and hell, saying that “you were in, like, depression yesterday”, yeah that pisses the hell out of me. Just say you were in a bad mood, I don’t care say you were depressed yesterday- just don’t say you were in a depression; they’re two different things, one is a mood and one is a serious thing.

Tics

• Most likely this is going to be my last one for a while, and is the softer one today. By tics I mean like, oh who do I explain this, the little things one person does ALL THE TIME; yeah not those bugs that crawl on you and suck your blood. Slightly weird topic, yes I know, but still- it drives me crazy. I for one have many tics: My biggest ones are that I always have to be moving if I’m around people, even sitting down in class I MUST bounce my leg under the table or else I’ll go insane and I “type” on tables during lectures to try to keep my mind focused- which has led to it becoming an all- time thing which I now do WHENEVER I’m around a table. Again these are not serious at all, just things I’ve become used to doing and help me cope. Those things, although, annoy many people and they ask me to stop. Don’t get me wrong, I understand and I’ll try to stop, but some people get so flustered when I can’t stop, or choose not to. What I’m trying to say is, get over the little things. If someone stutters a lot don’t complain about it, if someone has to cough three times each time they cough once- get over it. Because sometimes tics are actually medical disorders- and telling someone off because of something so simple isn’t worth it.

ihad been a cuttr for 4 years, i suffer from depression and axity, and no one understand WHY i ue to ct- i cant anymore or ill get sent back to the inpainet and that hell trust me-  but now that ive gotten what they call help pills are being jammeddown my throat and if i spend some extra time in the bathroom IM CUTTING or shouts my mom and opens the door only to find mydoing my hair or if im in a bad mood its a DID U TAKER MEDICAION UGH NO WONDER UR SO BITCHY

im not exagrateing, i have no need to, i use to dream about death and dieing, i still do, sometime when i tryto go to sleep mythoughts race so fast i cant take it, my chet pains always hurt, and the though of crying is onenerve away,deppression is likea hook threw ur chest and some times it tug at u, in a flash u go form a million miles from sad to drownng in the thoughts ofdieing and takeing ur own life thinking of how r faults are all anyone see thinkinglife would be better without u, an when ur hideingfrom everyone ur body strugggles for outlets smiles are harder to come by so if u ever thinkabout why to they burn why do the cut, its like fighting for air under the water wanting to reach ther surface and when i put the blade to my wrist i can breathe, am i saying cutting is good, hell no, i have scars and everyone looks at me diffrently it was m only houtlet i dont have many friends i dont really have anywhere to go so that was my solace; have i become addicted to cutting- yes i have m very open abot cutting as u can see but i will NEVER tell anyone who can contact with my family or friends that, i will never tell them the feelings that are burrowed into my being and i vent threw poems, witch are probly to inapropriate *violence wise* for this crowd

my ssuggestion to other people would be moderation dont let somthing consume u ike it did me,  i dont denie i needed help but that help became somthing soo myworse then the hell of depression

Honestly I agree with you and see where you're coming from. I've been self-harming for years now, yet no one has thankfully noticed. As you said keeping things inside its aweful. I used to be really outgoing, used to have tons of friends, used to get straight A's, things like that. Now im just struggling to get out of bed every morning, I hate all people, and i dont even bother trying to do anything new. If I even try to talk to someone about how I feel, or ending my own life, they look at you like you're an animal. i mean, that's what ive become isnt it? An animal. Because to everyone else hell, I have four legs and i'm covered in fur. Also my parents always decide to tease me because im bipolar. That doesnt mean one minute im crying and the next im handing you fucking flowers. Ever since i can remember they've always told EVERYONE about it, it was their damn conversation starter and now i feel like im just something they use to make friends. I really hope one day I can tell them to stop, and maybe they will. But seriously, as you said, no one should let their emotions crowd over like majority of us have. ~

ur lucky u dont live by me, im might be depressed but no one NO ONE talks shit about my friends, i have no problom looking some tupid little cunt in the eyes and tell him her to fuck off cause  handle"bullying" fairly well, i know that ill hink of the coments later but right there, im about to unleash all of my pent up anger onthere ass,

on a seprate noe, i only have one friends and i still dont talk tohr about my feelings

I usually dont either. I've had my times where I've pinned football players to the lockers and told them if they touched a kid my foot would be in their ass. Right now, due to moving every fucking year, I only have one good friend- and I talk to her once a week if im lucky. I feel like im just a downer, shes so happy everyday and she always worrys about me- so I just tell her im busy. you know, I dont want her to worry about me.. 

i totally understand that

I don't want to feel like I'm butting into the conversation, but all those things are things that get to me also. I was super depressed last year and was never happy and thought about suicide on more than one time. But I got over that and thought about what would happen to others and that people really did care in my life. And now anyone who jokes about that stuff, I want to punch. Like seriously? Its not something you need to joke around with. The kids in my school always make fun and over use the term "Emo" and it makes me so angry. And then you have my lovely teacher for one class who's always saying stuff like Anorexics and Bullimics do this on purpose and they can quit if they want to and they disgust me. I want to slap her. And it's so damn annoying I just want to yell at her or just leave the class. Some of the people at my school and in society in general are sick. Another subject kind of is Gays and Lesbians. Come on, it's not a big fucking deal people. We have a girl that just put out there she's bi in my school and everyone is freaking out and pointing talking about her when she's right next to our damn table. It's not a big deal and I actually yelled at my 'friends' because it wasn't that big of a deal. Its no different then a girl dating a guy to be honest. The thing is I always do the whole what if I was that person type thing? It ticks me off... Okay I'm done sorry.