You’ve Cut Your Wrists? So What.


Yesterday I wrote about how it feels when someone close to you is struggling with depression: the suffocating, dragging sort of pain that comes when you see them cry or when their smile fades.

Over the last 24 hours, I had a flood of people comment, email, message, and text me, saying how much my words meant to them, had relevance in their lives, were their thoughts articulated, hit home for them, helped them understand. It brought tears to my eyes, knowing that I could touch others—relate to someone outside my bubble, help them know they aren’t alone.

The most powerful and meaningful messages were those that expressed the side I hadn’t written about: those struggling with depression, negativity, and self-harm. This one is for you.

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