To Write Love On Her Arms

A little over a year ago, my friend posted a bulletin on MySpace. It was legnthy, but I decided to read it. The bulletin described an organization called To Write Love On Her Arms. At the time, I was like, "What is this?" but I kept reading.

The story of Renee came into play, and I was touched to know that there were people that cared. Most of my family has been diagnosed with depression. One night, I became extremely overwhelmed and had a partial meltdown, and that was when my mother confessed to me how worried she was that I was turning into what she used to be. She asked me if I had thoughts of committing suicide or self harm and I denied it. But I had all the same symptoms, and that worried her.

My friend attempted suicide last year. When I heard about it, I was naturally devastated, of course. It was the first experience I had ever had that included near death of someone close to me that was actually deliberate. I turned to the comfort of TWLOHA, knowing that there would always be someone there who would listen. They have been the stregnth of so many others to wake up and see that there's so much more to life than dying at the end.

Depression is a horrible thing. It hits home to so many people and affects everyone, no matter how indirectly. Without TWLOHA, I don't know how different the world could be, but I can infer that it would be terrible. We would lose our loved ones more often than not, and the only inspiration that we had would've been gone. But thanks to To Write Love On Her Arms, so many people finally see and understand. And I am forever grateful.

You've saved my life and the lives of many others.