Yesterday

I’m a competitive dancer, and yesterday at dance a friend of mine was really upset over boy troubles.

As she was crying, I told her things could always be worse. She asked me to prove it, so I told her to look down at my foot, full of cuts.

She asked what it was and I explained I self harm, and it is a burden far worse than boy troubles, and one I hope she never has to experience.

Self harm can help sometimes… In no way am I condoning it, but it is a very serious life lesson that things can always be worse..

Since that conversation my friend whipped her tears away and has not talked about that boy once. She told me she was over him and the problems he caused.