This morning before I went to school my family drew butterflies on my scarred arms to support me with my self harm recovery.
Unfortunately, the school counsellor made me feel like shit by telling me not to show my arms till the end of the year, because I’d scare people and I wasn’t stable enough to handle the consequences.
I got quite upset, but then after talking to my friend Karina and my music teacher, I gained my confidence again. Tomorrow is formal friday and Im determined to show my arms. I dont care what people say. I have lots of support from friends, teachers and family. Other people who doubt my strength, like the school counsellor, can just fuck off.
I am strong. I am important. And, I can do this!
P.S. my music teacher drew some flowers and a treble clef on my arm to support me too. She is amazing.