This is a reprint of a post I wrote 2 years ago, on another To Write Love on Her Arms Day.
I saved this postcard from postsecret.com several years ago, when I was first diagnosed with depression. Off and on I would set it as my computer desktop picture, to remind me that there was a light at the end of the tunnel.
Today is To Write Love on Her Arms day, and I’m going to take part. I said I would last year too, but it was more of an “attending on Facebook” thing. This year I think I’m going to actually write love on my arm. Tomorrow also happens to be a youth group night, which is another reason why I decided to participate this year as well. I want people to ask questions.
I’m sure you have plenty of questions yourselves, and though I realize my blog doesn’t have a very high readership, maybe I can raise awareness with even just a few of you. TWLOHA is an organization whose aim and vision is to raise awareness of depression, self-injury and suicide. They also support organizations that promote and help with recovery.
One of the things I both like and hate about depression is that it’s hidden. People all around you could suffer from depression and you’d have no idea. I recently learned that a fellow-librarian graduate, Elizabeth, suffers from depression too. I saw Elizabeth almost every day for a year and a half and had no idea. Sometimes, you just can’t tell.
TWLOHA is all about telling. Letting people know that you support them, that you hurt too, are hurting now, or have in the past. Whether or not you are ready to write love on your own arms, it’s OK. I am participating because I want people to know I’m aware, that I’m a “safe person”, for lack of a better way to describe it, that I am someone you can come to and talk to. I’ve been there, and sometimes I still am.
How about you?