Oh snap, I don’t actually own any orange clothing, so I’ve covered my wrists with hearts and butterflies instead. I even drew with an orange pen!
I used to cut in my youth. I was quite sneaky about it - I only ever cut my wrist once or twice, instead opting to cut my shoulder. This was because we had to wear short-sleeved shirts at my school. By cutting my shoulder, no one would see. I still have a couple of faded scars.
But, you know, I actually have some good memories associated with those times. Some horrendous ones, yes, but some I can look back on and laugh, and laugh hard. Like when a girl in my class spied a patch of blood on my shoulder from a recent cut, and subtly announced it to the class by pointing at me and yelling at the top of her lungs: “There’s blood on your aaaarm!!”
Needless to say I was soon discovered by the teachers, and was made to see a therapist.
But I don’t mean to make light of the subject. Those were some terrible times for me, and I know many people who have also resorted to cutting. Everyone has their own reasons for doing it, but they all need and deserve help.
Keep fighting, guys, and remember you are loved. <3