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A Young Girl and Boy
Somewhere today, there is a young girl locked in her bedroom, her eyes swelled up with tears, struggling to express with words the turmoil she really feels deep down inside. In a bathroom stall, a young man is filled with hate and anger, overwhelmed by the constant reminder of his unbearable pain and constantly looking for a way to get it out.
The Next Day
At school the next day, you see her gazing at the teacher as if she is listening, but no one knows that her mind is a thousand miles away, lost in her despair. You see his eyes smiling in public, but in private they cry in disgrace. She may seem active and involved in the world, “living the life,” but her soul is scarred, detached, drained, and slowly vanishing away.
In desperation, these young men and women wish someone would read their mind, peak behind the door of their soul and see what is really going on. But no one seems to notice. No one seems to care that the road they are on is leading to a fiery storm. “If only I had someone that would understand what I’m going through,” they may say. But their secret is so devastating and shameful they cannot even fathom confessing what they do behind closed doors. They fear names like “crazy,” “stupid,” “weird,” and “suicidal.”
Behind the Smiling Facade
If you could see inside their soul, you would be surprised by what you found: confusion, torment, loneliness, numbness, hopelessness, hate, anger… and the list goes on. You would see them agonize over the inability to express the insurmountable pain they hold in. The emotional pain is so excruciating that they are desperately seeking escape, even if just for a minute. Something quick to alleviate the broken and shattered heart is what they are looking for, something to help them express their pain.
They wake up and go about their day out of habit, but their soul has fallen asleep and is slowly dying away, unable “wake up” again. Some have forgotten what it was like to “feel” emotional. Some force themselves to “feel” something stronger, more powerful, and perhaps more painful, than the throbbing grief they feel in the depths of their heart. The day of experiencing “normal” emotions is long gone.
Distant Dreams
The memory of “What I was” is now overshadowed by the nightmare of “What I am.” The dream and inspiration of “What I will be” is now seemingly destroyed by a dreaded mental whisper of “What I’ve become.” The constant reminder of their “failings” feeds the inner voice that calls them names, demeaning the “self” and torturing the mind. Every day they wake up hoping things will be different, but hope is often not there to greet them.
It is a vicious cycle of spiritual, emotional, and physical abuse the enemy has used to leave the victim so mentally defeated that they feel that there is only one way to cope with the insurmountable emotional ache: the destruction of their own bodies. It is called “self-Injury,” but it is better known among its targeted population of teens as “cutting.”..
Battlecry.com
Somewhere today, there is a young girl locked in her bedroom, her eyes swelled up with tears, struggling to express with words the turmoil she really feels deep down inside. In a bathroom stall, a young man is filled with hate and anger, overwhelmed by the constant reminder of his unbearable pain and constantly looking for a way to get it out.
The Next Day
At school the next day, you see her gazing at the teacher as if she is listening, but no one knows that her mind is a thousand miles away, lost in her despair. You see his eyes smiling in public, but in private they cry in disgrace. She may seem active and involved in the world, “living the life,” but her soul is scarred, detached, drained, and slowly vanishing away.
In desperation, these young men and women wish someone would read their mind, peak behind the door of their soul and see what is really going on. But no one seems to notice. No one seems to care that the road they are on is leading to a fiery storm. “If only I had someone that would understand what I’m going through,” they may say. But their secret is so devastating and shameful they cannot even fathom confessing what they do behind closed doors. They fear names like “crazy,” “stupid,” “weird,” and “suicidal.”
Behind the Smiling Facade
If you could see inside their soul, you would be surprised by what you found: confusion, torment, loneliness, numbness, hopelessness, hate, anger… and the list goes on. You would see them agonize over the inability to express the insurmountable pain they hold in. The emotional pain is so excruciating that they are desperately seeking escape, even if just for a minute. Something quick to alleviate the broken and shattered heart is what they are looking for, something to help them express their pain.
They wake up and go about their day out of habit, but their soul has fallen asleep and is slowly dying away, unable “wake up” again. Some have forgotten what it was like to “feel” emotional. Some force themselves to “feel” something stronger, more powerful, and perhaps more painful, than the throbbing grief they feel in the depths of their heart. The day of experiencing “normal” emotions is long gone.
Distant Dreams
The memory of “What I was” is now overshadowed by the nightmare of “What I am.” The dream and inspiration of “What I will be” is now seemingly destroyed by a dreaded mental whisper of “What I’ve become.” The constant reminder of their “failings” feeds the inner voice that calls them names, demeaning the “self” and torturing the mind. Every day they wake up hoping things will be different, but hope is often not there to greet them.
It is a vicious cycle of spiritual, emotional, and physical abuse the enemy has used to leave the victim so mentally defeated that they feel that there is only one way to cope with the insurmountable emotional ache: the destruction of their own bodies. It is called “self-Injury,” but it is better known among its targeted population of teens as “cutting.”..
Battlecry.com
