Anonymous said: drew you're so funny and always make me so happy, what do you suggest for someone who's dealing with selfharm?
i think that in concern of your safety, obviously talking to someone close to you about it would be the best idea.
but, i can also understand why that might feel like the most difficult thing to do in the entire world.
okay, i am not an expert on this so PLEASE take anything i say with a grain of salt.
i think that the first step is probably to try your absolute hardest to remove any sort of guilt or embarrassment you might possibly have (and if you don’t, that’s good and even better) regarding what you are doing.
here is what i can tell you: it’s not your fault.
and listen, i do realize that “not your fault” is a trite and tired phrase that may have lost any meaning it once had. but i don’t mean in this in the your-parents-are-getting-divorced-and-i-don’t-know-what-else-to-say-to-shut-you-up kind of way. i mean, genuinely, that what you are doing has NOTHING to do with you as a person.
whether it can be explained by a collection of past traumatic experiences, negative things people in your life have said to you, or just simple brain chemistry, the one thing it can NOT be explained by, is you.
it is not because you are stupid. it is not because you are weak. it is not because you aren’t brave enough to stop.
it is because you are hurting.
and there are a series of mental patterns your brain develops and becomes accustomed to that get you to that place every time you hurt yourself. the important thing to do is to try and recognize what those patterns are and try and stop them.
and then it becomes you vs. your brain. and that motherfucker is tough.
when you feel yourself starting to get sad or like might want to hurt yourself in the near future, try to take in each thought and feeling as they enter your brain. feel them as they come, let them happen, but as they do, try and question them. you’ll probably find that a lot of them aren’t even true.
and hopefully, next time that you think/feel those things again, after they have been dissected and analyzed by you, they will lose some of their effect.
because the more you learn about something, the less powerful it becomes. kinda like a sex scene in a movie. once you learn that there’s some sweaty guy named stan holding a weird microphone on a stick right above ben affleck’s perfect ass, it’s not as hot anymore.
look, it won’t be easy. it’s not supposed to be. it’s lame. it’s exhausting. it fucking sucks. but it is possible. that i can promise you 150 percent.
i hope something i said helped. i don’t know. i looked up hotlines and this number is of a place called S.A.F.E. : (800) 366-8288. they seem pretty cool. i feel like sending sad people the typical sad-people-hotlines might be annoying or condescending. i’m not sure. but that’s why i put all the other stuff first.
anyway, i love you. much much love. bye for now.
i just realized it’s breast cancer awareness month so here’s a reminder:
don’t donate to susan g komen. they’ve spent TONS of money making sure their upper management can drive pink cars with customized license plates and tried to sue planned parenthood for using the pink ribbon, which they stole from an elderly woman who was trying to draw attention to the misuse of donated funds, which is the exact shit that susan g komen is doing right now.
humans are kinda cute we pass stories down generations to instill a sense of wonder in people we’ll never know and we have little bells on our houses to tell each other that we’ve arrived and we shiver when we get cold and we have an endless amount of curiosity and if the night sky is clear our first instinct is to look up at the stars and think about going on big adventures
so you’re telling me there’s an alien who regenerates into a completely random form, that he cannot control or determine himself, and who understandably could take millions of different appearances, but who all 13 times just turned into a different skinny white guy