Dear Scott,
I was the girl who came up to you and thanked you for not calling me a ‘cutter.” I also told you that it had been three months since the last time I had cut – and you told me you believed in me. I wanted to let you know, whether you remember me or not, that next week, it will have been one year and three months since I’ve hurt myself. Thank you, so much, for putting into words the way I felt about fighting my self-harm. Thank you for giving me phrases like “touching hot plates to feel my fingers burn.” Thank you for giving me permission to truly feel sadness instead of trying to hide it away. Most of all, thank you for telling me that if I breathe, I belong in this world. Thank you for touching my life and helping me fight my battles.