"See, we don’t really care who you are,
We’ve kinda got this non-exclusive policy of determining exactly,
Who we open up to and let into our family,
And then who becomes a part of our united mass of harmony.
And that’s kind of become the thesis to this song,
Through suffering, acceptance, grief, and strife,
There’s no way that your puzzle piece fits into our puzzle wrong,
‘cause everyone is welcome on this stage that we call life.

And we don’t really care who you are,
Everyone is capable of looking up and wishing on a star.
So catch, so contagious, this day-dreamer’s disease,
And hope can be your sword, slaying darkness with belief.

And we don’t really care who you are,
Regardless of how lost you are returning from, regardless of how far.
So bring me all the worst of your broken, bruised, insane.
Because that’s the thing with music: when it hits, you feel no pain.
No matter what you did, I promise we forgave it,
When all that’s left is your voice, you’ve got no choice but to raise it.
All you broken hearts, all you dejected dreams,
Just let yourself be free because even broken wings can fly away.”


No matter who you are, love is always the same.

No matter who you are, love is always the same.

(via oliveducksauce2711)


"It’s always darkest before the dawn."

"It’s always darkest before the dawn."


Hey! Forever Me is always looking for more who are willing to share their story! If you had a struggle you overcame and would like to share how you got through it, please email us at forevermecampign@gmail.com We appreciate everyone who supports our mission, thank you so much! Please help spread the word!

Hey! Forever Me is always looking for more who are willing to share their story! If you had a struggle you overcame and would like to share how you got through it, please email us at forevermecampign@gmail.com We appreciate everyone who supports our mission, thank you so much! Please help spread the word!




Today is Self Harm Awareness Day. For anyone who has struggled with depression or still is, this day is for you.
For the ones who have quit self injury, commend yourself for however long you’ve been committed to stopping. It doesn’t matter if it’s a day or a year, be proud of yourself. Always remember you are loved. Some days will feel more of an uphill battle than others but I promise you you can make it through. Whether its anxiety bothering you, family issues, self confidence struggles, you are and will forever be worth it. Don’t let anyone else tell you differently.
For the people who still battle self injury, it will get better. Depression is a tough obstacle to over come but you can do it. When you’re having a tough day, remember to keep your hope held high. You are worth it. You are beautiful. You are amazing. You have a purpose in life. Do not let anyone or anything change your mind about that. Take today and make it the day you commit to stop self injury. My commit day was on December 20, 2011. Seventy days have passed since I’ve made that decision and I couldn’t be any happier. Start on the road to recovery. It will not be easy but you can push through it. Certain days may feel as if your world is collapsing but theres always tomorrow. Keep fighting.
Always remember: No matter how cloudy the day may seem the sun is always shining.

Today is Self Harm Awareness Day. For anyone who has struggled with depression or still is, this day is for you.

For the ones who have quit self injury, commend yourself for however long you’ve been committed to stopping. It doesn’t matter if it’s a day or a year, be proud of yourself. Always remember you are loved. Some days will feel more of an uphill battle than others but I promise you you can make it through. Whether its anxiety bothering you, family issues, self confidence struggles, you are and will forever be worth it. Don’t let anyone else tell you differently.

For the people who still battle self injury, it will get better. Depression is a tough obstacle to over come but you can do it. When you’re having a tough day, remember to keep your hope held high. You are worth it. You are beautiful. You are amazing. You have a purpose in life. Do not let anyone or anything change your mind about that. Take today and make it the day you commit to stop self injury. My commit day was on December 20, 2011. Seventy days have passed since I’ve made that decision and I couldn’t be any happier. Start on the road to recovery. It will not be easy but you can push through it. Certain days may feel as if your world is collapsing but theres always tomorrow. Keep fighting.

Always remember: No matter how cloudy the day may seem the sun is always shining.




Growing.

My friend, Rachel, was bold enough to share her struggle through junior high. Thank you Rachel, and forever strong! Here’s her battle:

My name is Rachel Pickham. I’m sixteen years old. I grew up in a medium-sized suburban town in Illinois, nothing special; pretty boring to be completely honest. In sixth grade I went through a six-month diagnosis that ended with a neurologist telling me I had Myasthenia Gravis. I began to feel “numb” as a mental block to all the things going on around me, and I started to ignore people and hide my thoughts. It didn’t affect me very much at the time, but in junior high it began to set in for me that I was abnormal in the way I felt things. The numbness had become habit, and by then I couldn’t break the cycle. I noticed it suddenly and did the only thing I could think of to make myself feel. I took a mechanical pencil and dug it into my skin, dragging it about two inches through the flesh of my wrist. I felt something then, of course- panic and regret, and pain. I absolutely loved it. Hiding the cut and then the slowly-scarring scab kept me busy for a long time; a few months until the winter. I made one small slip and my mother noticed it, and she didn’t mean to be, but she was angry. Her anger and disappointment scared me, so for a long time I stopped. But I began to miss the exhilaration of the cut, and feel the dreaded numbness again, so I hid in my bedroom and repeated my mistake, this time on my upper thigh, and there were more. This process repeated for years, until my parents saw a small set of cuts for the last time. They offered me therapy, and I didn’t want it, but I took it. It helps, but my decision to stop has done more. This hasn’t been easy, let me tell you- I loved the pain and I craved it, so I started subconsciously doing things like turning the water up too hot in the shower or pulling off hangnails just to see the blood. Those things were almost harder to stop than the cuts. I still want that pain, want it almost uncontrollably sometimes, and I still love the way my scars look, but I’m growing. I’m getting there, I promise. It’s been three months, and I’m really very happy.