There are times when I am burning to writing something, just the pure urge to pound my fingers to the keys until I realize I have nothing really to say. It's as if whenever I lack inspiration there is a calling card that sends it right back to me.
There is a tendency in me that adores everything about the internet and loves to bound me to a computer chair and divulge into a whole world of people I may never communicate with otherwise. Through the mind swept sensation of the internet, I have learned probably more than I have in school. I've joined clubs, kept myself entertained, made incredible friends, and believe it or not, I use it as an online journal. The internet has been criticized enough to leave a lovely scarring and lasting impression on the people that are not too tech-savvy to not appreciate it at all.
What if I said that the internet has saved lives? I'm confident that a lot of the people that read this briefly know about To Write Love On Her Arms. If those who don't, I'll keep it short and sweet for you: To Write Love On Her Arms is a non-profit organization and its aim is to spread hope through the world and to reach out to the sufferers of self-inflicting wounds, depression, addictions and obsessions. It began as a story about a girl who committed herself to escaping the emotional pains of her life through physical pains. Sadly, her story is a common one and even I can say that I relate to it.
This organization is best known for its clothing. As I type this I am wearing a gray t shirt that has printed on the right "To Write Love On Her Arms...rescue is possible". It's not everyday your heart is at your sleeve and most t shirts today only have lewd and indecent remarks anyway, but this top is what I am all about.
Rescue is possible. Love is the movement. Stop the bleeding. Three of their 'mantras', if you'd like to call them that. I want to be there for anyone in need. And the needed need to know that people will be there for them. I know how being alone feels and I know that I was not alone at being alone. Let TWLOHA be the first step to recovery. It was my recovery...not only to me but as many as a hundred more sufferers. Most of all, it played the role of a reminder that people did face the feelings I felt, that they did resort to the things I did, that they did overcome the traps they fell into. The legendary Beatles sing "love is all you need" and it's true. Knowing people are willing to walk with you through whatever it is you are facing is such an incredible feeling and I promise you, rescue is possible.
For anyone that wants more information about To Write Love On Her Arms visit their myspace right here: http://www.myspace.com/towriteloveonherarms
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the thing that i like most about this organization is their focus on making people who feel trapped in their own destructive behavior realize that they are not alone. i know that realizing this was the most important part of my recovery from an ED.
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