(When She Cries–Britt Nicole)
I do not have time to do this topic justice, but it is way too important to just completely skip over…
March 1st is self-injury awareness day (SIAD).
Self-Injury goes by many names…cutting, self-manipulation, burning, SI, self-inflicted violence, but whatever you call it, let’s #keepfighting for freedom for those afflicted and understanding, awareness, and respect for those who have not experienced it. It is not a manipulative action. It is not a cry for attention. It is not some weirdo who wants to feel pain…yet this stigma is attached and the shame cuts deeper than the knife. No one wakes up in the morning planning to hurt, yet sometimes it seems the only option left to cover the pain.
“Little girl terrified. She’d leave her room if only bruises would heal. A home is no place to hide, her heart is breaking from the pain that she feels. Every day’s the same. She fights to find her way. She hurts. She breaks. She hides and tries to pray. She wonders why? Does anyone ever hear her when she cries? Today she’s turning 16. Everyone’s singing but she can’t seem to smile. They never get past arms’ length. How could they act like everything is all right? Pulling her down her long sleeves to cover all the memories the scars leave. She says: maybe making me bleed would be the answer that could wash the slate clean…This is the dark before the dawn, the storm before the peace. Don’t be afraid. The seasons change and God is watching over you. He hears you…She’ll be just fine, ’cause I know he hears her when she cries.”