tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24147409399355350922024-02-07T16:41:55.125-08:00Stay strong, beautiful. ♥Teenager's thoughts ~ here to make a change.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-30164959968210896972013-11-19T05:50:00.000-08:002013-11-19T05:50:06.055-08:00It Isn't Your Fault.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I got a comment from somebody Anonymous yesterday, and as I started to reply, I decided to write up a post instead. Because a little comment wasn't enough. And because so many people struggle with similar issues like this one.<br />
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Before I start, can I just say that no matter who you are, where you come from, how old you are, what you've done, or if you're a boy or a girl. Your welcome here.<br />
I've noticed that people assume these issues are something girls go through. Boys have feelings too. It's okay to be upset. To love. To cry. To struggle with something. All you boys out there are more than welcome here.<br />
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We all have bad days. We all struggle with something every now and again. Whether it's parents divorcing, friends turning on you, bad accidents... You get the idea. It isn't your fault. No matter how you act, how angry or happy you make your parents, if they aren't happy together, they will divorce. But it has nothing to do with you. You can't blame yourself. They just weren't happy together anymore. <br />
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It's the same thing with loosing your friends. If you know you made a mistake and you can identify it, then apologise to them, and try to gain their trust again. But if you guys just don't get along anymore, don't blame yourself. People change, they mature and grow. They develop different ideas about things. They start wanting different things from life. They start having different goals. Then you maybe won't have anything in common anymore and just don't see a future for your friendship. Some friendships survive a lot, but others don't. If a friendship ends like this, don't blame yourself and feel guilty. Don't let it bring you or your confidence down. There are billions of people on this planet. Are you trying to tell me that you won't find one good, loyal friend out of billions? Go out, smile, be friendly. Meet new people. Just remember to be yourself. You will meet idiots. But you will meet good people too. Meeting idiots means you learn how to deal with them and cut them out of your life. Meeting good people means, hopefully, a start of a healthy friendship. Take a risk!<br />
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If you have fake friends who constantly put you down, cut the friendship. In my opinion, this is a form of bullying. Friends aren't meant to make you feel bad about yourself. It's called a toxic friendship. End it! You deserve good friends. People who love you for who you are. People you can trust. People you can talk to about anything. People you can laugh with. People who you're comfortable being yourself around. People who won't judge you. People who have your back no matter what. That's what friendship is about. And you deserve a proper friendship. Don't try arguing with me about that. No matter who you are, no matter what you have done, you deserve another chance. You deserve your own shot at happiness. You deserve good friends. It's okay to be happy and let life look up for you. No one deserves to be unhappy.<br />
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Loosing someone you love, seeing someone you love get hurt, witnessing a car accident, or anything like that, please know that it isn't your fault. Don't go around blaming yourself.<br />
"If only I did this.." "If only I was a few minutes early, this wouldn't have happened..."<br />
STOP THOSE THOUGHTS.<br />
I honestly believe that everything happens for a reason. No matter how shitty life can get. And how horrible things happen everyday. I honestly believe that there is good in every horrible thing that happened. Anyone can teach themselves to look at the positive things in life. Looking at the negative, you will be unhappy. And to be happy again, you have to change. It's okay to be sad and to cry. But it's not okay to be sad and to cry all the time. Take your time to mourn, to be sad, to cry, to let your feelings out. Then wipe away those tears, tell yourself that you're strong enough to get through this, put a smile on your face and look at the positive thing from your situation. If you can't, focus on life's positive sides.<br />
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I'll leave you guys with a beautiful quote:<br />
<i>"The happiest people don't have the best of everything, they find the best in everything they have."</i><br />
Think about it.<br />
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Stay strong.<br />
♥</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-51466489197261176942013-11-16T10:12:00.001-08:002013-11-16T10:12:53.263-08:00Dear Sexual Abuse Survivor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>"Dear Sexual Abuse Survivor,</i><br />
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<i>I know what it feels like. I know what to feels like to wake up everyday and look at yourself in the mirror and try to accept what has happened to you. Try to fight away the guilt, telling yourself it isn't your fault. Try to convince yourself that it's okay. That you'll soon forget. </i><br />
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<i>Truth is, you don't. I'm not going to lie. But you don't ever forget. It is permanent scarring. It will always be there. It will always effect you. But you can control it. You can eventually stop jumping and snapping at whoever touches you. For me, it's people who are close to me that effect me most. I can't bear being touched in any way. Especially adults like parents, uncles, aunts... Maybe it's because my abuser is close family. And even though I trust these figures... I just, I don't know. Them touching them makes me feel very uncomfortable and I get those unwanted flashbacks. </i><br />
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<i>Sexual abuse effects are different in each person. Another effect I hate is how I can't hug my baby sister or any other little kid, or hold them in my lap without feeling like a nasty pervert if I find my hand on their legs, lower stomach...etc. Even though it's completely innocent, I feel uncomfortable. So now, I'd rather just avoid physical contact with little kids. If I lay down on my bed and realise my hand is next to my chest or lower stomach I feel disgusted by myself and quickly pull my hands away. I'm not sure why. But I hate it. One of the worst effects is how I can't have a healthy relationship with anyone. I have a boyfriend now, we've been together for a while now and despite how comfortable I am with him, I can't sleep with him. I get too uncomfortable and if I force myself to go through with it, I feel miserable, depressed, disgusting and guilty for days... sometimes weeks after. And that takes a huge toll on our relationship. I'm terrified I'll never have a healthy relationship. </i><br />
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<i>I hate what my abuser did to me. I have no confidence, I am depressed, and I'm finding it very hard to move on from it all. I see a therapist who helps me a lot. But it takes so long to get better. I wish I was stronger. I feel sorry that my boyfriend isn't with someone healthy, someone who won't cry herself to sleep if he touches her in the wrong way. Someone who won't freak out if she's standing in the corner of an elevator full of men. Someone who doesn't curse men and their disgusting sexual desires that are supposed to be a natural part of life. A part of life that I just can't seem to accept. </i><br />
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<i>But I honestly believe, that one day, I will get better. I will be happy again. I will learn how to trust. How to love. How to be strong. Crying helps, writing helps, talking helps, praying helps, music helps, screaming helps. It's a long, hard journey to get better. But it's possible. I promise you. I've spoken to many people who were able to somewhat move on from their traumas. It really is possible.</i><br />
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<i>Keep fighting. Fight hard. It's worth it. Keep in mind that non of what has happened is your fault. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to love and be loved. You really do. Please believe that."</i><br />
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This was emailed to me from a beautiful 19 year old girl, who wishes to remain anonymous. I re-wrote this for her as English isn't her first language. I hope this helps you survivors out there, or helps you to understand other survivors.<br />
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Stay strong & beautiful, y'all.<br />
♥</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-67119828602027650292013-09-28T08:35:00.000-07:002013-09-28T08:35:46.776-07:00"I attempted suicide five times."<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am starting up a new Stay Strong Project, where I'm going to be interviewing a bunch of incredibly strong and inspiring people, and sharing their stories with you. Nothing is more inspiring or motivating than real life stories about real people. Just to show you that you're not alone. There is always someone out there who gets exactly what you're going through.<br />
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Before we get started, I just want to send out a huge apology for not updating my blog in SO long. It's been nearly 5 months. There is no valid excuse for my laziness and lack of motivation but in my defense, I have been super busy with my engagement and then my exams and then so many other family issues and god knows what else. I will try my best to get back into a routine and keep you all happy while actually writing something worthwhile that hopefully reaches out to everyone struggling and gives them hope or puts a smile on their face.<br />
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This is such an inspirational story about such a beautiful 18 year old. I am so excited to share this interview with you.<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hello, thank you so much for willing to do this and help out with this project to inspire so many people. </span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Hi! Thanks for letting me be a part of this amazing project. I am here to share my own experience with bullying and other issues. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">My name is Aines. I am 18, and this is my senior year. I can't say bullying is over for me because it's not, but I am trying to fight back and most importantly STAY STRONG through it all. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 21px;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When did the bullying start?</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I guess bullying started when i was about 8 years old, at school. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">I was bullied and tormented throughout most of my school days.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 21px;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Did you know why people were bullying you? </span></b></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You name it, I got bullied for it. Being one of the smart kids, being poor, not having nice clothes or my own car when I turned 15.</span></span><b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> </b><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I just didn't fit in with the other girls. I never did.</span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Were you physically or mentally bullied?</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> </span></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was beaten up, called names, made fun of, ostracized from most of my peers and was just made to feel like an outcast.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How did the bullying effect you?</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They pushed me on lockers, laughed at me, hit me. It made me hate my life and myself. I wanted to just dissapear. I felt worthless, so I started cutting myself and I eventually became depressed..... Until Justin (Bieber) came along. He made me smile and just forget about the bullies. From his music, his interviews, his tweets, he somehow made me realize that there is some hope somewhere out there. He & his beliebers (Justin Bieber's enormous fanbase) helped me stop cutting, and so did Bring Me The Horizon because Oli sykes always told us that we need to just let it out and remember that bullies are just haters and we can move on and fight back!</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Did you stand up for yourself when you got bullied?</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.09375px;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">It's not that I didn't fight back. I can fight,</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.09375px;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.09375px;">In fact, I got into four fights in one school year, all on defending myself. However, I had to start fighting off of school grounds because all of this fighting was not looking good on my school record.</span></span></span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Did you ever mention the bullying to your parents or teachers? If yes, have they done something about it?</span></span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">Yes, I did mention bullying to my parents, but they said you will move on and you will grow up.</span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">How has your depression effected your life?</span></span></b><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After I started cutting myself, I started getting more and more depressed and that was hard. It still is. I couldn't even go out. I didn't want to do anything or even see anyone. It's awful.</span></span><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> </span></span></b><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>What caused you to first attempt suicide? What was going on through your mind?</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some girls sent me an evil letter, telling me I am stupid, and worthless, and that I should die and just give up and kill myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That got to me. It pushed me over the edge. I couldn't stop crying for 3 hours straight. Then I got a blade out and cut my left wrist, hoping to bleed to death. I was rushed into the ER, and somehow, I was saved. I tried again. I tried to kill myself five times. </span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How do you feel about those bullies today?</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm not the type to hold a grudge. I'm very forgiving, and I'm cool with many of the folks that bullied me. Many of them have apologized to me and my mother for making my childhood hard. There is no weakness in forgiveness.</span></span></div>
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<b style="color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Do you have anything or anyone who helps you when you're down?</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">My faith in God, plus my strong willed nature and Beliebers' support have helped me to overcome my demons from the past.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> When Justin (Bieber) came along. He made me smile and just forget about the bullies. From his music, his interviews, his tweets, he somehow made me realize that there is some hope somewhere out there. He & his beliebers (Justin Bieber's enormous fanbase) helped me stop cutting, and so did Bring Me The Horizon because Oli sykes always told us that we need to just let it out and remember that bullies are just haters and we can move on and fight back!</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Would you say everything you've been through had made you a better person?</span></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">You have to move on, and not let bad moments turn you into a monster. I feel I became a better man as a result of my experiences. It all taught me a lot.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How are you feeling today?</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I appreciate everything I have accomplished in life because I have earned it. I could have taken a left turn and ended up dead. But instead, I am a positive, educated, productive member of my society, and I am proud of who I am. Life is full of choices and I was determined at a young age that these mean children were not going to get the best of me. They all most did. But today, they motivate me and continue to do so to this day. </span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What advice would you give people who are going through similar troubles as you?</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Defend yourself. Stand strong and don't back down. Try to refrain from weapons if possible. Take up boxing or MMA at your local Y, gym, or join a self-defense class. Find an adult you trust to help. This can be a parent, guardian, teacher, coach, pastor or even a positive mentor. Let's end bullying once and for all.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">If you want to directly contact Aines, you can find her on twitter: @crownthebiebz. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">Thank you for reading. If you want to submit your story or get interviewed, email me: staystrongyall@hotmail.com or leave your email in the comment section bellow and I will get back to you. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">Stay strong,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">You're beautiful, and you better start believing it.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">♥</span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-88660440774087010492013-04-03T04:22:00.002-07:002013-04-03T04:22:18.022-07:00Since when did wanting attention become such a crime?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"She just wants attention."<br />
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That ridiculous phrase that everyone seems to say at one point. Since when did it become such a crime to want attention? We are humans. And whether you like to admit it or not, you want attention. It's only natural. We all want to feel loved, noticed and appreciated on different levels.<br />
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People wonder why suicide rates are raising like crazy. Those people who kill themselves do want help. They want to talk to someone and they want attention. But because society has made out wanting attention to be such a crime, people are afraid to speak up about how they feel and it will lead to disaster.<br />
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No one is an "attention whore", a term used commonly today. We are all different and each people need different levels of attention. It is part of the human nature. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it.<br />
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If you are going to call anyone who opens up, speaks about how they feel, hurt themselves in anyway attention whores and attention seekers, then they are going to get more and more afraid of speaking up and then everything will just get worse for them.<br />
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We are humans. We need to talk about how we feel. It's in our nature that we need other people. We can't live completely isolated. Even if it's from just one person, we all want attention. We all want to be noticed.<br />
It's quite sad that when people hear about someone who has an eating disorder or they harm themselves, they say, "Oh, it's just another teenager who wants some attention."<br />
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First of all, NO. It's more than just attention. These are seriously, medically recognised mental disorders. Everyone should educate themselves more on these subjects.<br />
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Secondly, even if it was about attention, why is that such a bad deal? That person is hurting and they maybe just want somebody to care about them and be there for them.<br />
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If that's such a huge crime, then I'm moving to the moon.<br />
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If we really want to help people and be there for them. We need to get the idea that everything people do is just attention seeking. We also need to accept that it's normal to want attention. It's part of human nature. If someone needs attention and wants to feel noticed, loved and cared about. Give them some of your attention. It seriously won't hurt!<br />
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But keep in mind that some people have attention disorders like ADD. So it would be good to look up on those kind of disorders and educate yourself on them so that you know how to deal with people who suffer from those kind of disorders.<br />
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This has turned out to be some kind of rant. I'm sorry if this is short. But yeah, I just wanted to get something out there.<br />
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Wanting attention isn't a crime!<br />
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Stay strong, guys.<br />
You're so beautiful.<br />
♥<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-18879903604558353232013-03-18T08:03:00.001-07:002013-03-18T08:03:35.607-07:00I get it.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I get it. I know what if feels like. To feel like you don't even matter to anyone, to feel like nobody wants you around. To feel like nobody wants to talk to you, spend time with or call you their friend. To spend lunch alone listening to music and waiting for it to be over so you can go to class where it looks like you're concentrating, but you just don't have any friends to get distracted by. And it doesn't even matter anyways, because you aren't even paying attention. You're wishing you could be anywhere else but this world, because even the teacher picks on you. Then in gym you put on sweats and a hoodie to hide your scars, even though you're already too hot. You get picked last, again. Then you finally go home and cry or cut and just lay there numb in your room, hoping your parents don't come and make you do stuff. At dinner, you barely eat anything because you feel too fat, even though you aren't. Then finally, you get to go to bed and finally sleep. But not yet, because your thoughts are gonna keep you up for hours, thinking about dying and how no one likes you. How you're pathetic in every way. You finally fall asleep and have a terrible dream. Or a dream about good old memories which makes you want and miss them more more. But you know they're never coming back. I get it.<br />
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I just lay in my bed, thinking about everything. Thinking about the people who have walked in and out of my life without saying goodbye. The guys I've liked who have played me, or used me. I think about how dumb I was to get my hopes up too fast. I think about school and how I should try a lot harder. I think about I care about what others think about me. I really shouldn't care because this is me and no one can change that. I think about my family and how close we all used to be, now we're drifting slowly and painfully. I think about later on in life, and how I'm going to turn out. Then I just close my eyes and cry. Cry because of sadness. Because of anger. I'm depressed and it hurts. Especially at night. When I just want life to end.<br />
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But then, you get through that phase. After endless nights of crying, hurting, tormenting yourself over something you said or did, you just realise that there is no point. You're a human, you're going to make mistakes. Not everyone is going to accept you. But there'll always be someone who wants to be your friend. You're never alone no matter what you're going through, someone is always there who can understand you. One day, you will realise that you are good enough, you will stop caring about what people think. You finally surround yourself by people who love you and ignore all people who don't like you because, well, that's their problem, not yours!<br />
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HEY YOU... yes, you. Stop being unhappy with yourself. You are perfect. Stop wishing you looked like someone else, that person probably wants to be someone else too! Or wishing people liked you as much as they like someone else. Someone completely different likes you! Stop trying to get attention from those who hurt you. They really aren't worth your time. Stop hating your body, your face, your personality, your quirks. Love them. Without those things, you wouldn't be you. And that you is unique. There is no one who is exactly like you. Never has been, never will be. And why would you want to be anyone else? Be confident with who you are. Smile. It'll draw people in. If anyone hates you because you are happy with yourself. Then stuff them! Your happiness will not depend on others anymore. Say to them, "I am happy because I love who I am. I love my flaws. I love my imperfections. They make me, me. And that "me" is pretty darn amazing." they will stop harassing you. They will actually get jealous and want to have the same attitude as you. Just live your life the way you want to. Live your life to make yourself happy. Stop caring about people who want to bring you down. They'll grow up one day and focus on themselves.<br />
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Be positive, beautiful. Embrace yourself for who you are. Someone out there thinks you're perfect.<br />
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Stay strong, okay?<br />
I'm always here for any of you.<br />
You're so beautiful.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-15907515855353231422013-03-18T07:20:00.000-07:002013-03-18T07:20:25.574-07:00Awesome Teenage Blogger Award!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I've just gotten my very first award ever, and I am so excited and happy. When I first saw the comment about me getting an award, I thought it was spam or just a joke, lmao. I am so happy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A big, fat, huge, gigantic, enormous thank you to <a href="http://craft360.blogspot.com/">Fatima Hayat from Craft 360</a> who gave me this award. You've made my day, and motivated me to come up with a few blog posts as I haven't been blogging recently!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I would like to thank my shadow for always being there for me, my siblings for annoying the crap out of me, my bed for being such a welcoming friend, my computer for introducing me to the world of blogging, my parents for paying for the internet and most importantly my cat Louis and my dog - wait, I don't even have a dog.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Awkward.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">But seriously, thank you, Fatima!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">*happy dances*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">1. Thanks the person who gave you this award and copy the rules to a new post on your own blog. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">2. Answer the 3 introduction questions and the 4 questions asked by the kind person who awarded you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">3. Tag between 1 to 100 other bloggers aged twenty years or younger.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b> Which 5 words would you use to describe your personality? Is your blogging personality anyway different from your real-life one?</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>A:</b> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hmmmm: weird, friendly, shy, bubbly and a pervert. (yes, I just called myself a pervert. I tend to think the nasty side of normal things. sigh.) I'm not exactly sure, but I think my blogging personality is the same as my real-life one. I'm not sure though, to be quite honest.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A: </b><span style="font-family: inherit;">I live in Algeria, I live with my mum, dad, five brothers, two sisters and two tortoises. And a cat. Or two. Or three. Or non. Idk.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b> </b><b>When did you start blogging and why?</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;">A: </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I asked mum to make me a blog when I was like 12 (four years ago, nearly five) or something. I actually thought a blog was facebook and when she made me a blog I was like, "whaaaat, i asked for a blog not this!" when she finally understood that for me facebook was a blog, she sadly said no to me making a facebook account so I decided to just start blogging. I started this blog in November 2012 though. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;">A: </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I don't really have a dream place. Am I supposed to?</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">I wouldn't mind living with Justin Bieber in ten years though, wherever he'll be living then. Don't judge, I'm awesome okay.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">A: </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Don't let a society stereotype define who you are. Live life the way you want and be happy. </span></div>
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<a href="http://ninjaswithmoustaches.blogspot.co.uk/" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;">Nina Marinkovic</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;">she is a hilarious, random, awesome blogger who never fails to make me smile. Everyone should go and check her out! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And if you're another teenage blogger reading this, feel free to do this, okay? I just don't read lots of blogs, sadly. </span><br />
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<li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If you could change one thing about your life, what would it be?</span></li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-62434589670908470852013-02-20T06:01:00.001-08:002013-02-20T06:01:45.869-08:00Depressed?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">"Look up to the sky. This will work well today because the sky is blue. Can you hear the birds singing? Well this is your planet. Whether you believe in God or not it’s pretty flipping brilliant. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Every time you see something bad, blink again and see something amazing. So, for example: it’s raining. That water has been around since the beginning of time. Those atoms have shifted and changed formation but has been in existence since forever. They’ve seen so many lives and been digested by so many people. And so have you. You are made up of the atoms from stars. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">You are a marvel of fate or chance or whatever you believe in. Trillions of cells make up your body each containing a recipe for you that is unique to anything the world has ever seen. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">You could feel this makes you insignificant, and it does in the scene of things but actually it make you important. You are part of all this whether you like it or not. You’re destined to exist and if any one person is not here the whole world shifts because we all affect each other.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Remember half of you was the winning sperm and no-one can ever take that way from you, not this illness, not anyone. You are YOU. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">You have a brain and most importantly the most amazing thing created so far. Consciousness. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">You’re beautiful, intelligent and you have everything going for you. The world can be yours if you reach out and grab it.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Now smile, you’re ALIVE. And I believe that the purpose of being alive is to be happy and for those around you to be. So as long as anyone is conscious they can be happy because there will always be something to smile about – you’re able to think that. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">So you look at that sky and you say wow."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Stay strong,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">I promise, you're beautiful.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-10851125895914599012013-01-22T05:19:00.001-08:002013-01-22T05:19:44.681-08:00We are humans<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
No one should feel the need to hide their emotions and feelings. Stop saying, "I'm fine." and then wondering why nobody understands you, supports you, is there for you and helps you through life's obstacles. People aren't psychic, we need to tell them how they feel for them to help us. No, it isn't attention seeking. It's just asking for help. Help we all need. We are humans. We all need help, support, attention, love and affection.<br />
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We're all walking around with those glossy eyes. "I'm just tired," we say. But you know what? It's bullshit. Yes, we are tired, but it's not all from lack of sleep. We are tired of waking up with nothing to look forward to, tired of going to bed exhausted after doing a million things we find no enjoyment in doing. We're tired of this void, this emptiness that presses down on us even though we're surrounded by dozens of people. So why can't we just say it? Humans are so afraid to look into each other's eyes and say, "I am unhappy, I am broken, I am hopeless and fallible." We've been conditioned to associate pain with weakness, sadness with coldness, loneliness with unworthiness, difference with disease, as if those feelings are contagious, as if ambivalence is something not to be felt but to be feared. Well, I say: screw all of that. Screw forces smiles and polite handshakes, and<i> I'm fine, thank yous</i>. Screw the fear of crying in a public place, screw the fake chipper voice, screw the lies we spit out to cover up our problems. We are<i> humans</i>. We are meant to feel. To feel everything and to feel it all openly. We are not metal - we are flesh and bone. Our boiled blood courses through or cold, clammy hands. We are intricate and beautiful and we should never hide our human parts, because if we do, then what's left to show?<br />
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I am here for you.<br />
Stay strong,<br />
You're insanely beautiful.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-90410843023441807342013-01-14T04:03:00.002-08:002013-01-14T04:05:17.357-08:0025 reasons why you shouldn't end your life.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Suicide. That constant act on your mind, debating whether to do it, planning on when to do it, or already writing your suicide note? Thinking how much your life sucks? How you don't want to cry yourself to sleep every night anymore? How you don't want to be bullied everyday? How you're sick of hearing your parents fight? How you're afraid of that abuser coming back and hurting you? How you're tired of feeling lonely? How you wish you had real friends? How you wish you had better grades? How you wish you were pretty, thin and good enough? Please just stop. Or at least, reevaluate your thoughts after reading all these reasons to not end your life: </div>
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<li>It probably isn't as bad as you make it out to be. Over-thinking things make them seem a billion times worse. Try talking them out with someone and see how simple or stupid your problems may be.</li>
<li>Think about those poor, starving children or those cancer patients fighting for their lives, or those people who lost everything in a natural disaster yet refuse to break down and still fight for a good life.</li>
<li>Appreciate what you have instead of glooming over what you don't have. Your life isn't perfect. My life isn't perfect. Nobody's life is perfect. It's not only you.</li>
<li>You are certainly not alone. There are millions of people who struggle with the same thoughts as you on a daily basis and fight those thoughts away. If they can do it, then so can you.</li>
<li>You are good enough. You are pretty enough. You are clever enough. You are talented enough. You are strong enough. You can make your dreams come true. You can have a better life. You can not cry yourself to sleep every night. You can wake up feeling happy. Look in the mirror and tell yourself that every single day. You'll believe it eventually, I promise.</li>
<li>Those haters and bullies want to see you down. Don't let them feel happy with you breaking down. Stay strong. </li>
<li>Stay strong just for that special one special in your life that you wake up everyday to see.</li>
<li>Everyday is a new day. Being depressed over the past won't change anything. Forget the past. Live for today, and the future will be so much better.</li>
<li>Death is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. </li>
<li>Don't hurt all of your loved ones. You killing yourself will have unimaginable effects on them forever. They don't deserve to have their lives ruined because you decided to end your life. They will blame themselves no matter what your suicide note says. They will live forever miserable, angry, hurt and all asking that one question: why? </li>
<li>Ice-cream tastes good.</li>
<li>Whatever you're going through will not last forever. Nothing ever does. Stay strong and wait for things to get better. </li>
<li>Imagine missing out on everything.... Growing up, meeting new people, having new chances, making new memories with your loved ones.</li>
<li>What about the person who finds you dead? Think about how they'd feel. Would you really want to put them through such horror?</li>
<li>You were brought into this world for a reason. So LIVE!</li>
<li>Never seeing a new day, rain, sunshine, snow, children laughing, a rainbow again.</li>
<li>Never being able to grow up more and make those haters realise that they were wrong all along. Work hard and come out more successful, happier and healthier than them. </li>
<li>Your life has a value whether you see it or not. Please don't end it.</li>
<li>Missing out on all your favourite artists releasing new work.</li>
<li>Missing out on those first dates... Those butterflies, taking a billion breath-mints.... all for that one special person.</li>
<li>There is always somebody out there who wants you to live and can't imagine life without you.</li>
<li>All that yummy food you will never be able to eat. </li>
<li>Seeing the iPhone 6! </li>
<li>You'll never watch the next episode of your favourite show, and you'll never see your favourite movie again.</li>
<li>Once you kill yourself, you're gone. Finished. Bye bye. No one can bring you back. You'll never be able to try out the things you wanted, see places you wanted to see, meet new people, chase after your dreams, make new memories with the people you love. </li>
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Please think about it properly. Do you really want to end everything? We all want to end all that pain and the hurt. But life also has those good little things in them. If you think about it properly, you'll be able to see all of those amazing little details about your life that you never noticed before. Life is so damn good no matter how much pain you're going through at this moment. Slap some sense into yourself and stop moping around. There are people who would do anything to have your life. Some people have absolutely nothing in their lives, yet they still find a reason to smile and a reason to fight harder for a better life. You have family, you have friends, you have a home, you have clothes to wear, you have food to eat, appreciate that for a change. Take a moment out of your day to reflect on your happy memories and all of the blessings that you have been blessed with and then hopefully, you will feel different about ending your own beautiful life.<br />
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No matter how many mistakes you have made, appologise, buy the person you hurt a gift. If they forgive you, then great! If they don't, then that is there problem. You have done what you can and that's what matters. We all make mistakes, don't constantly punish yourself for being human.<br />
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Stay strong,<br />
You're so beautiful.<br />
I promise.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-90578544081658035482013-01-11T11:30:00.000-08:002013-01-11T11:30:15.042-08:00How can I stay strong?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Everyone tells others to stay strong when they are going through a hard time. It seems like the typical thing to say now, especially between teenagers, but when I go through a hard time and people tell me to stay strong, I would sometimes think, "How can I stay strong, huh? It's easier said than done." Yes, it is.<br />
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Well, after years of pain, hardships, nightmares, tears and more pain (lol, i sound like a freaking 99 year old or something) I have reached the grand age of 16, when I'm wise enough to put together a few tips on how to stay strong.<br />
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<li><b>Cry: </b>this sounds a little ironic because staying strong shouldn't mean crying and being "weak"... Crying usually says that we have been strong for too long. We are humans, the first step into becoming strong is just breaking down and crying it all out. Whether it's a few minutes or a few hours, just sit down, play a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_RNaug7D14&feature=youtu.be">good emotional song</a>, and just weep, sob, wail, scream... do the whole thing. Let all that anger, pain and frustration out. </li>
<li><b>Why should I stay strong? </b>You can't stay strong through all of those hard times without knowing why you're staying strong. I can't tell you what the reasons are that you want to stay strong, because we are all different and we all have different lives, different stories and different reasons! But on a more general note: we all have a future, we are all going to graduate, move out of our parents' house, and then, all of those problems you had at school and home will be so stupid and so distant. You will have a new chance to have a different life. Everyday is a new chance in my opinion, but moving out/graduating is a whole different thing. It's where you're out there meeting new people, living with different ones, seeing different ones everyday. You won't be stuck in school with your bullies forever, you won't be imprisoned with your abusive brother forever, you won't be scared by that creepy neighbour forever. Everything ends. And you're staying strong, waiting for your problems to end where you can have a new start. Your problems will be solved, your issues will end. You don't even have to wait until you can move away from your problems, you can deal with them, face them and try to terminate them for good. </li>
<li><b>Accept what you're going through: </b>whether you deserve it or not, whether your brought it on yourself or not, it is important to accept who you are, what is happening, what you are going through. This is life, don't expect it to be perfect. It can't be. And it would probably be boring anyway if it was. Just smile, and accept that you're going through problems. I've noticed that once I accept what I'm going through, it suddenly changes for the better.</li>
<li><b>Physical strength:</b> If you get insulted or hear things that bring you down, then make your muscles tense, that makes you feel strong physically and help you feel strong mentally.</li>
<li><b>Accept your emotions:</b> acknowledge your emotions and accept them. This will help you change your emotions into happier ones that help you to stay strong. </li>
<li><b>Do the opposite of what your emotions tell you to think:</b> this makes you stronger emotionally.</li>
<li><b>Laugh:</b> whether you want to look something funny up, or just lie down and laugh for no reason. When I went to school, in 10th grade, our arabic teacher once cleared all the desks, put a little mat on the floor, told all the students to lay down our heads together to form a sort of circle, turned the lights off, then he'd crack a stupid joke and we'd all start laughing, and trust me, once one started, everyone joined in. We laughed for AGES. And let me tell you, we felt happy, relaxed and strong for like weeks afterwards. You should really try it out with your friends.</li>
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<b>And just smile. </b>Make the most of every day you have. Be grateful for what you have, some people would do anything to get an extra day where they're healthy, surrounded by their family and actually have a home. There is always somebody going through MUCH worse than you are, so just take a moment and feel happy, proud for who you are and grateful for what you have instead of focusing on what you don't have.<ol style="text-align: left;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-36026340946085574982013-01-04T11:07:00.000-08:002013-01-04T11:07:48.178-08:00Dealing with bullying.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Nobody loves you, you may as well just kill yourself." "You're so fat, how can you even walk?" "You're too skinny, are you anorexic? Do you even eat?" </span></i><br />
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Bullying. That dreadful behaviour that is such a common, wide-spread issue happening in schools everyday, all over the world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Bullying has many forms, it can be verbal (when people insult you), psychological (spreading rumours about you, gossiping about you..etc) and physical (when you get pushed, tripped, punched, hit, beaten up, and in some cases, even sexually assaulted). It happens with both children and teenagers, and usually happens in schools. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Bullying is an issue that should be taken more seriously. When a child speaks about being bullied to his/her parents (and that is rare), the parents don't class it as a serious issue, and just tell their children to stand up for themselves or to ignore it. Unfortunately, dealing with bullying isn't simple as that. Parents should support their children, investigate into this bullying, talk to the teachers/principal/parents of the bully, try and end this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It is hard to deal with being bullied. Most people usually say to just ignore, but honestly, you shouldn't ignore it, you should face it, deal with it and try to stop it. Here's a few steps:</span><br />
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<li><b>If you are bullied: </b>don't be afraid to report the bullies to your teachers or the principal. Talk to your parents about it, explain to them what these people do/say and how it effects you. Your parents/teachers can't help unless you tell them about it. It also helps talking to your friends, or anyone else about it. Bottling up your emotions and feelings, and keeping everything to yourself has a bad effect on you. If you can, stand up to these bullies. If you show them that they don't effect you, they will back off. Bullies love seeing a reaction, whether is fear, sadness, hurt... that's what they're looking for. Don't let them see how their words or actions effect you.</li>
<li><b>If you know someone who is bullied: </b>whether it's your friend, your neighbour, your class-mate, your cousin... It's always great to stand up for them if you see them being bullied. It might be an easy thing for you, especially if you are confident or able to stand up to those bullies, but it helps tremendously the bullied. Encourage them to talk about it, and report it or try to stand up for themselves. (Basically tell them what I have put above to the people who are bullied).</li>
<li><b>If your child is bullied:</b> support them emotionally, be there for them, make them know how much you love them, and that they're great, special, important individuals. It's also important to talk to the teachers and even contact the parents of the bully. If it doesn't stop, don't give up. I know parents who have moved towns to get their kid into a better school because they were bullied in their previous ones. As a parent, your child will expect you to protect them, so it's your duty to stop the bullying and help your child deal with it. Encourage them to speak up and defend themselves. Don't be harsh on them, try to understand what they're going through. Being bullied can have a permanent, negative effect on your child's life. It must be stopped and dealt with in the correct manner.</li>
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Being bullied can lead to mental issues such as depression, anxiety, eating disorders, self-harm disorders, and low-self esteem, lack of confidence, insecurity. It can even lead to suicide. Proof: Amanda Todd.<br />
No matter what a person does or looks like, no body deserves to be bullied. No one.<br />
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Bullies are most likely to have a criminal record and end up in prison when older. They are the kind of people who somehow enjoy hurting people and putting them down. Some do it because of a previous, damaging experience, and some do it to hide their lack of confidence, low self-esteem and the weakness. They do it to feel powerful and somehow get respect from others. It is important for teachers/parents to make the bully understand that bullying is wrong and doesn't help them. If they think that the bully has mental issues, he should get treated. I'm not saying don't punish the bully and just be kind on them. It depends on the type of bully and why they do that. Some bullies need help, some need to be punished, and it's up the parent/guardian to determine what to do to the bully and how to stop him bullying others.<br />
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People need to realise that no matter whether they're skinny, fat, medium, curvy, white, black, Asian, gay, straight, bisexual, pretty, "ugly"... or whatever, they are humans, they don't deserve to be put down for what they have or what they don't have. We are all humans, we all deserve to feel smart, happy, confident. We all deserve to be loved. Non of us deserve to be bullied. We are all different. Don't change yourself to fit in with society's rules. Be yourself and embrace yourself for who you are, because that's you, that's what makes you beautiful, unique and special. Not everyone might see your good qualities (yes, you DO have some brilliant qualities), but that doesn't mean you don't have any. People will start to notice if you embrace yourself and feel proud of yourself and who you are.<br />
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<i>"You are born original, don't die a copy."</i><br />
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Remember, I'm always here for you if you want to talk or need help or advice. Just <a href="http://staystrongyall.blogspot.com/p/about-this-blog.html">contact me</a>, okay?<br />
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Stay strong,<br />
You're beautiful.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-7859288957263609062013-01-03T11:20:00.001-08:002013-01-03T11:20:40.830-08:00Inspirational stories.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've been working on a few blog posts that involve bullying, suicide, dealing with people, boosting your confidence and much more. It's taking a while because I want all my posts to be perfect, or close to perfect. So, I've decided to share with you a few inspirational stories about troubled teenagers recovering and growing into great adults!<br />
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<i>Danielle grew up in a household where her parents were heavy drug users and alcoholics. Strangers came in and out of the house at all hours of the night. One night, a man came into Danielle's room and raped her. She was 13. She told her parents, who dismissed it, saying that she must have just had a nightmare. Danielle decided to run away from home and become a member of a popular gang in the community.</i><i>She became very close to these people and admired them. They weren't the best role models for her, but she figured they cared more about her than her own parents. She felt that she'd better do what they wanted, or they might turn their backs on her too. She began stealing, assaulting people, and using drugs and alcohol. Shortly after, she ended up spending five years in a juvenile detention center for her crimes.</i><i>While there, she started therapy and found a religion that she found comfort in. She learned why she joined the gang and how her life spiraled out of control. By the time her sentence was up, she was a public speaker and a peer mentor to some of the younger detainees. After her release, she attended college and became a child psychologist.</i></h4>
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Amanda's Search for Real Love</h2>
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<i>When Amanda was seven years old, her father left her mother. This devastated her mother, and she began drinking heavily. One night, her mother went to jail for several DUIs and other charges. The court decided she was an unfit mother, and since there was no other family available to take care of Amanda, she went into the foster care system.<br />At first, it was great, because she finally was able to be a part of a family that really cared about her, or so she thought. A couple weeks after she moved in, her foster parents decided that it wasn't going to work, so Amanda was sent to another home. The second home wasn't as nice as the first one, but they took care of her better than her mother did. However, after three weeks, the agency determined that the foster home was not appropriate for foster care and Amanda went somewhere else. At her third foster home, she once again found a loving family. She stayed for four months and she finally thought she had found her home - that is until the family decided not to participate in foster care any longer.<br />By the sixth home, Amanda convinced herself that no one wanted her in this world. To alleviate those feelings, she started to dress in a way that would gain her a lot of attention and she would accept whatever affection she could get. This meant that she was highly promiscuous and put herself at risk for STDs and pregnancy. Actually, she said that she didn't care if she got pregnant because she wouldn't mind having a little baby to hold, cuddle, and love.<br />About a year later, Amanda did become pregnant, and the father didn't want anything to do with the baby. She was 15 and expecting a child. Since her foster parents weren't equipped to care for a baby, she was once again sent to another foster home. Not only did she bounce from home to home, her baby ended up having the same fate - that is until she finally found the one family that accepted her for who she was.<br />Because of this family's commitment, care, and love for Amanda, she was able to finish high school and attend college. It wasn't easy. She had to work two jobs, pay for childcare, and do her coursework, while taking care of her child. All the hard work paid off. She ended up graduating with a business degree and is the childcare director of a day care center.</i></h4>
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<i>Jessica came from a loving, affluent home. The only problem was that Jessica never felt good enough. Her parents wanted her to be the best at everything, and they wanted her to consider them her best friends. When Jessica reached adolescence, she decided that she could not take her parent's demands any longer and did everything she could to go against her parents' wishes, which included joining the wrong crowd, drinking, using drugs, and committing crimes. Her parents had no idea what had gotten into her and feared for her future. Jessica didn't care that she was headed down a bleak path. Her parents signed her up for a wilderness camp.<br />The wilderness camp involved vigorous activities and many scare straight tactics. Jessica was reminded everyday that if she didn't shape up, she would end up suffering consequences much worse in jail or prison. Once the camp was over, Jessica went home as a completely different and new individual. Her parents understand where they went wrong through family counseling, and they were as happy to have their daughter back as Jessica was to be back.</i></h4>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-3632419762148973472012-12-09T03:13:00.001-08:002012-12-09T03:14:58.120-08:00Trichotillomania (Hair-pulling disorder)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><u>What is Trichotillomania?</u></b><br />
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Trichotillomania (trik-o-til-o-MAY-ne-uh) is an irresistible urge to pull out hair from your scalp, eyebrows or other areas of your body. Hair pulling from the scalp often leaves patchy bald spots, which people with trichotillomania may go to great lengths to disguise.<br />
For some people, trichotillomania may be mild and generally manageable. For others, the urge to pull hair is overwhelming and can be accompanied by considerable distress. Some treatment options have helped many people reduce their hair pulling or stop entirely.<br />
People with trichotillomania pull hair out at the root from places like the scalp, eyebrows, eyelashes, or pubic area. Some people pull large handfuls of hair, which can leave bald patches on the scalp or eyebrows. Other people pull out their hair one strand at a time. Some inspect the strand after pulling it out or play with the hair after it's been pulled. About half of people with the condition put the hair in their mouths after pulling it. Some people are very aware of their pulling; others seem to do it without really noticing what they're doing.<br />
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It might be hard to understand why some people would pull their own hair or eyelashes out — or why they wouldn't just stop. But trichotillomania isn't just an ordinary habit that a person can easily stop.<br />
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Trichotillomania is a type of compulsive behavior. This means that people with the condition feel an overwhelming urge to pull their hair. They also may have other compulsive habits, such as nail biting or skin picking. Some also have problems like depression, anxiety, or obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). Compulsive behaviors like trichotillomania involve brain chemistry and may be genetic (meaning they can sometimes run in families).<br />
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People with trichotillomania may feel embarrassment, frustration, shame, or depression about the condition. They may worry about what others will think or say. They may feel nagged by people who don't understand that they're not doing this on purpose. They usually try to hide the behavior from others — even their families. This can make it difficult to get help.<br />
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Having trichotillomania can affect how people feel about themselves. Some are self-conscious about how hair pulling affects their appearance. Because of this, they might feel less confident about making friends or dating. Others might feel powerless to control the urge to pull or blame themselves for not being able to stop. Feelings like these can cause a person's self-image to suffer.<br />
The causes of this disorder are unkown to medical professors today.<br />
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It is strongly advised to speak to a therapist about this issue. It's something very hard to stop, especially for people who do it without realising. After doing some research, and putting lots of different technique together, I've came up with this:<br />
1. Write a diary/journal/notes on what you usually are doing/thinking when you pull your hair out. It is important to realise what makes you feel the urge to pull your own hair out.<br />
2. Try to avoid these things, if possible. If you can't possibly avoid it (doing homework, watching tv...etc.) then while doing it, always keep yours hands occupied. Whether it's holding something, knitting, sewing, drawing. And don't put them down, tell yourself you'll pull your hair once you've finished, but then if you've finished whatever you were doing and you still feel these urges, then start something else, until these urges go away.<br />
3. It can get very hard at times, but this behaviour isn't good for you, mentally or physically. It has to stop. And as time passes by, it gets easier and these urges will disappear or significantly reduce.<br />
4. Talk to someone about it, family, friends, a support group. You need that emotional support. Talking about it to somebody will make you feel better. If you honestly don't know who to speak to, then please contact me.<br />
5. If you do it as a form of self-harm, to cause yourself pain, then you can "harmlessly" hurt yourself. Try holding ice-cubes, or putting them against where you usually pull your hair out.<br />
6. To relieve stress, instead of pulling out your hair:<br />
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<li>Go for a walk. Go clear your head. A walk and a good dose of fresh air greatly helps.</li>
<li>Take a hot/cold shower. Depends on who you are, but taking a hot or cold shower can really help soothe and calm you. Taking a hot, relaxing bath helps too.</li>
<li>Plug your earphones in, turn the volume up, and yell along to whatever you're listening to. You'll be surprised how much it helps!</li>
<li>Scream into your pillow.</li>
<li>Phyiscally abuse your pillow if you feel the need to do so!</li>
<li>Cry. Crying isn't something to be ashamed off. It doesn't mean your weak. Keeping your emotions bottled up doesn't help at all. Cry it all out, you might get a little headache afterwards, but these tears wash away all the stress.</li>
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But please, talk to someone a doctor or therapist. It isn't something embarrassing. They deal with this kind of stuff all the time. They will be happy to help you. Don't be afraid, you'll be grateful that you did it. I promise.<br />
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I know I haven't updated in a while, and it's because I haven't really had much time to create a decent blog post. I've been feeling quite depressed lately, so anything I write with the intention of being inspiring turns out to be quite depressing. So, instead of writing, I'm going to put down a few songs that have really helped me get through tough times.<br />
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First song, is by the beautiful Demi Lovato, who is an inspiration herself to me. She's been through it all, self-harm, eating disorders, bullies, bipolar disorder. She went to rehab for a while, and came out unbroken, as she likes to say. She's an inspiration because she's never afraid to talk about her previous issues. She's always about helping teenagers and sending out a positive message. She started the foundation "Love Is Louder Than The Pressure To Be Perfect." and her latest album, Unbroken, which is the first album she has released after coming out of rehab, is really inspiring and very different to her usually rock albums, this one has more of an RnB touch to it. The first single of this album is called "Skyscraper". She recorded half of this song before going into rehab, and the second half after coming out of rehab. So, it starts out with her crying, and then her coming out of everything stronger and complete inspiration. This is one of my favourite songs. You really should check it out. <i>"Go on and try to tear me down, I will be rising from the ground, like a skyscraper."</i><br />
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The second song I'm going to greatly recommend is Perfect by P!nk (that's the clean version, the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocDlOD1Hw9k">original version</a> is called F*kin' Perfect and even the video isn't really suitable for younger audiences so I'm going to be a good girl and share the clean video). It's basically about feeling worthless, less than perfect, feeling alone, depressed, bullied, bad grades. The video follows the life of a girl who's always the underestimated, insecure, judged, misunderstood.. And how in the end, she turns out to be the happiest out of all the people that put her down in her life. So, anyway, check it out! <i>"Made a wrong turn, once or twice, dug my way out, blood and fire, bad decisions, that's alright, welcome to my silly life. Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood, miss, no way it's all good, it didn't slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated, look I'm still around."</i><br />
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The third song, I'm sure y'all know it, is called Firework by Katy Perry. I'm not gonna say anything about it, because I think everyone knows the song! It's also important to watch the video while listening, as it adds a lot to the inspiration bit. <i>"Maybe the reason why all the doors are closed, so you can open one that leads you to the perfect road."</i><br />
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The fourth song is by Selena Gomez & The Scene, it's called Who Says. I love this song because it sends out such a positive message and it can honestly make me feel a lot better about myself.<i> "Who says you're not perfect? Who's says you're not worth it? Who says you're the only one that's heard it? Trust me, that's the price of beauty. Who says you're not pretty? Who says you're not beautiful?"</i><br />
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The fifth song is by Jessie J, she has a song, dedicated to her bullies called <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KsxSxF3JKeU">Who's Laughing Now</a> which is also a great song, but it's not the song I'm talking about. I'm not really a fan of hers, but Who You Are is an honestly beautiful, beautiful song. It's really, really inspiring. You really should check it out! <i>"It's okay not to be okay, sometimes it's hard, to follow your heart. But tears don't mean you're loosing, everybody's bruising. There's nothing wrong with who you are."</i><br />
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The sixth song is by Miley Cyrus, I'm sure you already know it, it's called The Climb. I don't really like Miley's music, well, I do, but I don't usually listen to it. But The Climb is really, really, really inspiring. <i>"There's always gonna be another mountain, I'm always gonna wanna make it move, always gonna be an uphill battle, sometime's I'm gonna have to loose, ain't about how fast I get there."</i><br />
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The seventh song is again by Selena Gomez & The Scene, called Hit The Lights, it's not like the other songs, but it really inspires me and makes me feel stronger and happier. I absolutely love it! <i>"It's all the money that you're saving, while the good life passes by, it's all the dreams that never came true cuz you're too damn scared to try."</i><br />
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The last song is by the beautiful Kelly Clarkson and it's called Stronger. <i>"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stand a little taller, doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone. What doesn't kill you makes you a fighter, footsteps even lighter, doesn't mean I'm over cause you're gone." </i><br />
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The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. </div>
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Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. </div>
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It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. </div>
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It’s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. </div>
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People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m here for you."</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-39401723813009408892012-11-20T04:02:00.003-08:002012-12-09T02:46:36.282-08:00Sexual abuse.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white;">At the extreme end of the spectrum, sexual abuse includes sexual intercourse or its deviations. Yet all offences that involve sexually touching a child, as well as non-touching offenses and sexual exploitation, are just as harmful and devastating to a child’s well-being.</span></div>
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<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Exposing children to pornographic material;</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Deliberately exposing a child to the act of sexual intercourse; and</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Masturbating in front of a child.</span></li>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Sexual exploitation can include:</span></div>
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<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Engaging a child or soliciting a child for the purposes of prostitution; and</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Using a child to film, photograph or model pornography.</span></li>
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<span style="background-color: white;">These definitions are broad. In most states, the legal definition of child molestation is an act of a person—adult or child—who forces, coerces or threatens a child to have any form of sexual contact or to engage in any type of sexual activity at the perpetrator’s direction.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #414141; font-weight: normal;">Children who are sexually abused may exhibit behavioral changes, based on their age.</span></span></h4>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Children up to age 3 may exhibit:</span></div>
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<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Fear or excessive crying</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Vomiting</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Feeding problems</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Bowel problems</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Sleep disturbances</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Failure to thrive</span></li>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Children ages 2 to 9 may exhibit:</span></div>
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<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Fear of particular people, places or activities</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Regression to earlier behaviors such as bed wetting or stranger anxiety</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Victimization of others</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Excessive masturbation</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Feelings of shame or guilt</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Nightmares or sleep disturbances</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Withdrawal from family or friends</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Fear of attack recurring</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Eating disturbances</span></li>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Symptoms of sexual abuse in older children and adolescents include:</span></div>
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<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Depression</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Nightmares or sleep disturbances</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Poor school performance</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Promiscuity</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Substance abuse</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Aggression</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Running away from home</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Fear of attack recurring</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Eating disturbances</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Early pregnancy or marriage</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Suicidal gestures</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Anger about being forced into situation beyond one’s control</span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Pseudo-mature behaviors</span></li>
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[All information above is from <a href="http://www.nspcc.org.uk/help-and-advice/worried-about-a-child/online-advice/sexual-abuse/sexual-abuse-a_wda87108.html">here</a> & <a href="http://www.americanhumane.org/children/stop-child-abuse/fact-sheets/child-sexual-abuse.html">here</a>. Feel free to go and read more about it.]<br />
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Sexual abuse is usually performed on the child by it's parents, close family members, teacher, older siblings, babysitter. Scary, right? But sadly, it's true.<br />
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My advice to anyone who has suffered from this is to immediately speak to your parents (I know how hard it is, I personally had to text my mum as I couldn't possibly say it to her face!) and get professional help (speak to a therapist). And always keep in mind that this is NOT your fault. You're beautiful, and a wonderful person. Who did that to you is the one to fully blame.<br />
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Stay strong,<br />
You''re beautiful.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-58951081083884455322012-11-15T11:17:00.001-08:002012-11-15T11:20:47.045-08:00Cyberbullying!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Almost all teenagers today use the Internet. It's a huge part of their lives. Sadly, it isn't a perfect place to be. Things such as cyber bullying occur and it can get to the point where the victim ends their life. Perfect example? <a href="http://hiwearewanderection.wordpress.com/2012/10/20/amanda-todd/">Amanda Todd</a>. <br />
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"Cyberbullying" is when a child, preteen or teen is tormented, threatened, harassed, humiliated, embarrassed or otherwise targeted by another child, preteen or teen using the Internet, interactive and digital technologies or mobile phones. It has to have a minor on both sides, or at least have been instigated by a minor against another minor. Once adults become involved, it is plain and simple cyber-harassment or cyberstalking. Adult cyber-harassment or cyberstalking is NEVER called cyberbullying.<br />
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Cyberbullying can sometimes be worse than bullying at school, because these comments or posts are always there for everyone to see. These words constantly haunt the victim, and causes them a lot of emotional trauma. They feel sad, humiliated, embarrassed, angry, scared and hurt. People say that words don't hurt, but that's untrue. All it takes is one hurtful word to slip out that brings someone's self-esteem crashing down. Yet, it takes hundreds, if not thousands of compliments to bring their self-esteem back up. And no one deserves to suffer from having such low-esteem to the point that they feel like they don't belong, that they aren't loved nor wanted, they might even get suicidal thoughts. Then what if they act upon these thoughts successfully and commit suicide? How would you be able to live with yourself? It's easier to keep these comments to yourself no matter what you think of that person. No matter how they dress, how they look, what they believe in, whether they're straight, bisexual, gay, over weight, have bad grades, are single, no longer virgins, going out with your ex... You have no right to insult them or put them down. It's their life, their decisions. You might not think it's right, hell, they might even not think it's right either, so they probably torment themselves about these decisions enough for you to do it too! Just let them be. <br />
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It's hard to ignore these hurtful comments. I've been called a whore, ugly, a terrorist, stupid, fat, constantly bullied and picked on because of my decisions. At first, I stayed strong and these words didn't effect me, yet, they kept coming and coming and coming and at some point they started hurting me. I'd read someone's comment, and I feel like someone just punched me straight in the face or a truck hit me. But then I pulled myself together and became determined to stay strong and defend myself so I would kindly respond to their messages by saying something clever but not insulting (kill 'em with kindness! Don't bully them in return.) The things I was sent came from anonymous people, so I could even block them! I then decided to just delete that account and move on. It was an ask.fm account. Then I just had to<a href="http://staystrongyall.blogspot.com/2012/11/low-self-esteem-insecure.html"> work on bringing my self-esteem back up</a> which wasn't easy! But, I'm getting there.<br />
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If you're cyberbullied, I highly suggest you speak to someone about it, not necessarily reporting it (you can if it's threats) but just let someone know what's going on because you need support through this. Preferably, speak to your friend/partner about it, as parents tend to focus on the bad language more than how the comments effect you. But, if you feel like you can talk to your parents about it, then go ahead. It's good for them to be aware of what's going on in your life. Just try and explain how these comments are effecting you if they don't seem understanding at first. If you can't talk to them, or can't talk to a friend or whoever for whatever reason, then <a href="http://staystrongyall.blogspot.com/p/about-this-blog.html">contact me</a>! I'm here for you. <br />
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You should also delete these comments if possible, if not, just report them online (you can usually do that on sites like twitter, facebook, tumblr... ect) also if they're your "friend" on facebook or wherever, block and delete them. People who bring you down don't deserve to be in your life, and you certainly don't need such horrid people in yours either! If these comments become threatening, depending on where you live, you should be able to report it to the police. Don't be afraid, do it! These people will stop. <br />
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Try not to let these comments effect you, most people cyberbully to feel like they've got power, or to seem 'cool', or they're just jealous of you and they want to bring you down! Don't let them achieve what they want. Come out of this stronger and smile. Show them that their comments don't and never will effect you negatively. Focus on the positive side of this: it will all make you a stronger person. :)<br />
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Stay strong,<br />
You're beautiful.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-59034261948325040952012-11-12T07:01:00.000-08:002012-11-12T07:01:04.814-08:00The Butterfly Project.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hey, gorgeous! :)<br />
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I don't know if you've heard about The Butterfly Project or not, but after I posted about <a href="http://staystrongyall.blogspot.com/2012/11/self-harm.html">self-harm</a>, I decided to share with you guys a really effective way to help you stop cutting, or any other problem such as throwing up, smoking...etc. Personally, this hasn't really helped me, but, it has helped so many people I know, and it's a generally successful way to stop you self-harming.<br />
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Here are the rules:<br />
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1. Draw a butterfly on your wrist or wherever you cut when you feel the need to do so, using a pen, a marker, or whatever.<br />
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2. Name that butterfly after someone who means a lot to you. A family member, a friend, a boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife, a celebrity crush (it might sound stupid to some, but some celebs actually mean the world to some people).<br />
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3. If you feel the urge to self-harm again, draw another butterfly.<br />
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4. If you cut once, all of these butterflies die. If you don't, they all live.<br />
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5. If you want, you can ask someone you love to draw a butterfly on your wrist, these butterflies are extra special. You must take care off them!<br />
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6. Don't wash off these butterflies, let them fade away naturally.<br />
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7. Most importantly: don't kill these butterflies! Take good care of them.<br />
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Keep this up until the urge to self-harm disappears.<br />
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If you read this, and decide to start doing it, feel free to send us pictures of your butterfly/butterflies to StayStrongYall@hotmail.com or tweet them to us @YallStayStrong or post them on our facebook wall <a href="https://www.facebook.com/StayStrongYall?ref=hl">here </a>and we will put them up here for motivation and to show support.<br />
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If you don't self-harm, then you can still draw these butterflies to show support, and you can still send us pictures!<br />
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You can do this, I'm here supporting each and everyone of you. It's hard, but it's possible!<br />
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Stay strong,<br />
You're beautiful.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-40910193467092559492012-11-09T11:09:00.000-08:002012-11-09T11:09:39.107-08:00Low self-esteem... Insecure?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am sure that probably everyone has went through a phase in their life where every morning, they'd look in the mirror and think, "Eww, is that a donkey's arse?" And honestly, no one should have to go through that feeling of having such low self-esteem, that they don't want to go out, take pictures, or even look in the mirror. The feeling of walking outside and feeling so odd, so out of place, so ugly, so fat, so weird... Sucks, right?<br />
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Can I first partly blame the media for such wide spread insecurity especially among teenagers. Cover girls, celebrities and models appear flawless and super skinny. They're so skinny, it actually looks painful. Women aren't supposed to look like that! They are supposed to be curvy. If your BMI level is good according to your height and your weight, then you certainly don't need to starve yourself or over work your body by working out! And also please keep in mind that they have professional make-up artists that do their make-up that certainly adds so much to their beauty and makes them seem angelic, gorgeous and completely flawless. Stars like Scarlett Johansson have had plastic surgery to fix their features and adds to their beauty! There's also a make-up technique called shadowing. It basically hides parts of certain features. A perfect example of it is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PonShFi94XQ">HERE </a>where an Asian makes herself into the spitting image of Scarlett Johansson! Also, don't forget that most pictures of celebs are heavily edited, air-brushed and photo shopped. If you went for a photo shoot, celeb style, you'd look just as flawless, okay. I promise.<br />
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Something to help y'all with insecurity:<br />
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You have to believe that you are beautiful to feel beautiful. A great way to make yourself believe that is by looking in the mirror and forcing yourself into having positive thoughts about your face, your body, your personality (not that you can see it in the mirror or anything but yeah lol). You could also put up little stickers around your room, your mirror, the bathroom that say "I'm beautiful." and stuff like that :) you might not notice a change, but after reading these signs everyday, your mind subconsciously starts believing it. Therefore a great confidence boost.<br />
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Don't believe it if people say you're ugly, fat, hideous or whatever. Most of them are secretly jealous of you and your beautiful smile so they just want you to get down, so kill 'em with kindness and don't let their comments effect you. Hard, I know, but you have to stay strong!<br />
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Also, a lot of people believe that they are never good enough. Truth is? You won't ever be good enough for everyone. No one is. Don't be too hard on yourself, we all screw up and make mistakes, yet you have to learn from these mistakes to become stronger, happier and wiser. As long as you're fine with what you have or have not achieved, then that's all that matters! No one should interfere or judge you based on that. But don't set goals that are too high, that's like aiming to never being able to feel good enough! Set reasonable goals and work hard to achieve them. You are never not good enough, you're in this current position because that's how God wanted you to be, and if you're good enough in his eyes, then screw everyone else!<br />
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You are beautiful in somebody's eyes. I promise. No one is ugly in this world, everyone has different opinions on beauty and no one will be found beautiful by everyone. Each and every person has their own different opinions, and that means you'll always be the most beautiful person ever in that special someone's eyes. So stop being so insecure and start believing how beautiful you are, most importantly: start seeing it!<br />
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Stay strong,<br />
You're beautiful.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-12790424715088848682012-11-07T07:35:00.000-08:002012-11-07T07:38:06.953-08:00Self-harm<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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One in four teenagers self-harm. Yes, you read it right: one in four! Yet, this issue seems to have an unspoken rule that no one speaks of it, people act like it doesn't exist, when it does, and it is quite a serious issue.<br />
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Basically, self-harm is when people feel lost, angry, worthless, lonely, depressed, dead, sad, helpless, or/and hopeless they either cut themselves, burn themselves, pull their hair out (hair, eyebrows, eyelashes), swallow too many pills, stab themselves, bang their bodies against a wall, or any other way that causes themselves pain. It makes them feel alive, it can numb the pain, or have other effects. It just help them feel better for a short period of time, it's a way out. It is like a sort of drug, and yes, you get addicted to it after a while. <br />
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Why do people self-harm?<br />
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It's a way of dealing with very difficult feelings that build up inside. You may:<br />
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-Feel desperate about a problem and don't know where to turn for help. You feel trapped and helpless. When you self-harm, you feel more in control.<br />
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-Your feelings of anger or tension get bottled up inside until you feel like exploding. Self-harm relieves this tension.<br />
Have feelings of guilt or shame that become unbearable - self-harm can be a way to punish yourself.<br />
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-You feel detached from the world and your body. This can be a way of coping with distressing experiences, such as trauma or abuse - by convincing yourself that it didn't happen, you avoid the pain of the memory but feel emotionally numb or dead. Self-harm is a way of feeling more connected and alive.<br />
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Treatment:<br />
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-Talking to someone can help you feel less alone, to see your problems more clearly. The following treatments may help:<br />
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-Self-help groups help people with similar problems to give each other support and practical advice – believe it or not, sharing problems in a group does help.<br />
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Group therapy can often help you sort out difficulties in getting on with other people. Talking therapies - including problem solving, cognitive behavioural therapy or psychodynamic psychotherapy - can all help. Some evidence suggests that problem-solving therapy may be beneficial too.<br />
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If you don't feel brave enough to join groups to get help, feel free to contact me. I have struggled with this issue for a couple of years and I think I have finally over come it, so, I do understand, I can listen and I will help.<br />
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One in three people who self-harm will do it again within a year if they don’t get help. People who self-harm are 50 times more likely to kill themselves. So please, get help!<br />
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What can I do if I know someone who self-harms?<br />
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-Listen to them without being critical. This can be very hard if you're upset or angry, but try to focus on them rather than your feelings.<br />
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-Try to understand their feelings, and then move the conversation to other things.<br />
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-Take the mystery out of self-harm by helping them find out more on the internet or at the library.<br />
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-Help them to think about their self-harm not as a shameful secret, but as a problem to be sorted out.<br />
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And please understand, it's not as simple as going into therapy or something and just stopping. You may need to convince them to stop self-harm. Yes, easier said than done, but here's something I wrote a while ago that will give you some ideas.<br />
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"Dear self-harmer,<br />
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So you hurt yourself? I did too. You realise that you have to stop? I realised too.<br />
It might help during that moment, but then, all these emotions come crashing back worse than ever. It will only damage your body, leave ugly scars that will remind you of that dreaded pain everyday. And does it help solve your problems? No. So why do it? It will only harm you emotionally and physically, and hurt your family and friends when/if they find out. Long story short: it's crap and it won't change a thing."<br />
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Instead of hurting yourself, speak to someone (don't know who to talk to? I am here to listen! Contact me.), listen to music, watch a movie, go help your mum, do some homework, read a book, play sports, just do anything to keep your mind off of self-harm. I used to be like, "I'll wash up then I'll cut." Then when I washed up and I still felt the urge to do it, I'd be like, "I'll check my facebook then I'll cut." and it goes on until that urge finally went away, I know, it's hard! But you have to be strong, okay?<br />
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If you really must hurt yourself, take a cold shower, hold ice-cubes tightly in your hand (add ketchup or something red for the blood effect if you must). Use a knife or a razor or something and cut up some vegetables or something (NOT YOURSELF!). If you feel like it isn't helping, try drawing cuts onto your skin using a red pen.<br />
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If you feel like crying, then cry. Cry until you don't have any tears left. Cry your eyes out. It always helps. Punch a wall, your cushions, your little sister's dolls and stuffed animals (don't let her see you, she won't be happy! lol). Scream into your pillow, put on a song super loud and shout along with it, dance, jump around. <br />
Write your feelings into a diary or a letter (no one has to see it, but if you wish to send it to someone, go ahead), or, again, talk to someone! Getting a hug of off your mum, bestfriend, boyfriend/girlfriend is the best. If you can't talk to someone you know, I am here for you. Or speak to one of your online friends.<br />
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Do you self-harm because of bullies? Don't do it. Stay strong. You are above them. They just want to see you break down, so don't do it. Keep your head held high. It's hard, but you can do it. <br />
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I remember reading something Alfredo Flores said that slapped me in the face and greatly helped me stop self-harming: "No pain is great enough to cause you to self-harm." and he's right. You are beautiful, I don't care whether you believe it or not because you're beautiful and you better start believing it! To someone out there, you mean the world. They look at you and think you're the most beautiful person out there. No one is ugly, everyone is beautiful in someone's eyes. So you are above hurting yourself. Your beautiful body doesn't deserve it.<br />
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I self-harmed for over a year as I went through my father being in prison, and other painful memories that haunted me and made me feel so worthless and dirty, I hated myself, maybe I still do, but cutting was my way out, I hurt myself in other ways too, thinking I deserved the pain. My mother found out last summer, gave me an awful telling off about how I had a great life and I didn't have problems like I think I have, then she tried to get me to talk to her about it but I couldn't speak to her. She told me if she ever saw cuts again, she'd ban me from going online until I'm no longer under her responsibility. She thought I was attention seeking and posted about it online, when I did tweet about once only because I knew mum would be going on my twitter so it was like an indirect message to mum... Anyway, mum's threats didn't stop me from doing it, and I just learnt to be more sneaky with it and self-harmed where she wouldn't be able to see. I hide the scars with bracelets and stuff like that, my best friends found out eventually and they helped me stop. I knew I had to stop, I knew it wasn't good for me, but it was hard, I would occupy myself with things I had to do before I cut, I would let my list get longer and longer until that urge to cut disappeared, when I felt like crap, I'd speak to people, either about how I felt or about other things to make me forget about my feelings. I am still struggling with it, but I haven't done it in maybe around a month, and hopefully it'll stay this way. It gets really hard at times, but I have to stay strong, right? Just like you guys have to. <br />
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Stay strong,<br />
You're beautiful.<br />
♥<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362192014144529394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414740939935535092.post-77539556520591763132012-11-06T04:03:00.000-08:002012-11-06T04:04:02.050-08:00Dear teenager,<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Have you ever laid on your bed at night, and just cried? Cried because you’re ugly. Cried because you’re not good enough. Cried because you’ll never be. Cried because you counted your flaws from head to toe to punish yourself and feel worse about yourself. Cried because the comments people blurt out actually hurt your feelings. Cried because your family is dysfunctional. You don’t want to be a burden, so you bottled it all up. Around people, you’re the happiest ray of sunshine. But nobody knows, that at night when you’re alone, you break down and just cry.<br />
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It is the sad, true story of every teenager’s life. But why? Why can’t we all feel good about ourselves? Why can’t people be more understanding? Why is everything so complicated? Why are we never good enough? Why can’t we make everyone happy? Why can’t everything go smoothly?<br />
The truth is, you, yes YOU, are beautiful, you are stunning, inside and out. Why? Because you are YOU. You may not be perfect, but in the end, who is? The answer? NOBODY. You mean the world to at least one person in this world, your mother, father, uncle, aunt, brother, sister, grandfather, grandmother, friend, teacher, neighbour or even someone you don’t even know exists! There will always be somebody there for you if you just give them a chance, and open your heart to them. You will be surprised at how understanding and nice people can be. You will realise that there is always someone going through exactly what you are going through, there will always be somebody there for you, beautiful, stunning you. I know that I will always be there for anyone of you. ANYONE!<br />
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The person you are going to marry is probably walking the earth right now, they will love and cherish you, surely, that’s a reason to make you smile and keep fighting through all life’s obstacles.<br />
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Do you ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of other people’s life have we been in. Were we a part of someone’s life when their dream came true, or when their dream died? Did we keep trying to get in? As if we were somehow destined to be there or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think that you could be in a big part of someone else’s life, and not even know it.<br />
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You are beautiful, you are special, you are perfect for somebody, perfect in somebody’s eyes. Haters are out there to put you down, don’t let them get to you, life will teach them a lesson, and when that time comes, boy will they regret everything they have done.<br />
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Don’t underestimate anyone. Never. Everyone deserves a chance, a second chance, why not even a third chance? Be good to people, they will be good to you!<br />
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