Butterfly-Project

Photo from “Butterfly Project 7/ULTRA”
In partnership with Lamborghini-Manhattan, NYC. And OCRFA. Photo exhibit, silent auction event. November 16th, 2016..Limited editions.

*obviously not mine* I’m coming up for a tough week, and I don’t know how I’m going to deal with everything. And as the butterfly project didn’t help me either, I’m gonna give this a try. I don’t care if this gets 1 reblog or 100 reblogs, I care about you all, and I know some people on here very personally, and they’ve all helped me through these last 8 months, but I just need a little extra to get me through this last week. Thank you

I’m a big fan of the butterfly project, as it helped me so much when I was a teenager. I struggled with self harm for a long time. I first found the project when someone asked if they could draw a butterfly on my wrist, as my scars were visible and still quite red. It was right after my one and only attempt to kill myself. I didn’t understand what they meant, so they explained it to me and drew one on my wrist in sharpie. The second I had access to the internet, I immediately googled the butterfly project and it soon became a habit. Instead of cutting, I drew butterflies; some were extravagant, others were plain, and others were symbols for people that meant a lot to me, but would never know me. It gave me a new thing to focus on and it really made all the difference. Yesterday, I finally got my butterfly tattoo, a permanent one, to symbolise that I’ve overcome so much and I’m stronger than what was bothering me back then. I was 13 when I started, I was 16 when I stopped. Now two years later as an 18 year old adult, I finally have my symbols of victory. I’ve overcome so much, and it’s all because of this project. Many huge thank you’s to whoever started this. I would not be writing this today had I not found your project. It really has made the world of a difference.

The Rules are:
1. When you feel like you want to cut, take a marker, pen, or sharpies and draw a butterfly on your arm or hand. 
2. Name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better.
3. You must let the butterfly fade naturally. NO scrubbing it off.
4. If you cut before the butterfly is gone, you’ve killed it. If you dont cut, it lives.
5. If you have more than one butterfly, cutting kills all of them.
6. Another person may draw them on you. These butterflies are extra special. Take good care of them.
7. Even if you don’t cut, feel free to draw a butterfly anyways, to show your support. If you do this, name it after someone you know that cuts or is suffering right now, and tell them. It could help.

I don’t cut. when I was younger I heated needles and burnt myself and hit my legs. Self harm isn’t just cutting it is any self harm at all. I was clean for 1 ½ years until today. I struggle with depression and anxiety and had a bad fight with my husband. I relapsed in hitting myself. I then remembered this from when I was younger. How I drew butterflies on me to remember the ppl who love me and their names and supportive words.
I may have to start at day one again today but I will be ok again.

I wish I had found this page this morning...

After nearly one year I have cut myself again this morning.I am 33 years old and I still feel like nothing make sense in my life…sometimes I feel so bad, I can’t control my pain…I don’t know when it started, I don’t know why, I just want it to end.I don’t know where all this pain comes from but It doesn’t matter, it must go away. I dont’ want to cut my self anymore. I promise that my arms will be full of butterflies next time. Thanks so much for sharing your experience, it really helps.

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Okay soo… A few weeks back i sent an artist on Instagram who i really looked up to a photo of my arm which i drew a lot of butterfly’s on one day some of you may know of the butterfly project but yeah. Anyways she replied and she DREW that amazing art work! I was always afraid to show this image on social net work sites but seeing all the beautiful things everyone had written on the image made me see that not everything in the world is against you.
Sorry..

Close your eyes and have someone read this to you.

Imagine you are at college. You see a former classmate walking up to you. One that you used to bully. Flashes of the past race through your mind. They confront you. They tell you you are a horrible person. That you disgust them.

Imagine you’re at the movies on a date. All of a sudden you notice your ex heading towards you. You know you did some bad things in the relationship. You were a different person then. They tell you that you will never change. You will always be that person. That you disgust them.

Imagine your band’s twitter account just reached 20 million followers. Your scrolling through your feed and you notice a tweet from your “competition.” It says that you didn’t even work hard to get where you are. That you can’t sing. That you disgust them.

Imagine you’re at a basketball game. You’re playing at the visiting teams stadium. The crowd cheers wildly for their home team but as a foul is inflicted on your team, sighs fill the room. You are handed the ball to make a free throw. The second the rough ball touches your fingertips the stadium fills up with a loud booing. You step up to the line all alone, knowing everyone is watching you. You try to ignore the crowd but you hear someone yelling. They say why do you even play, you’re no good. They say that you can’t make the shot. That you disgust them.

Now imagine you are one of these people.

You go home from the basketball game, your date, college, or a band meeting.

You go home and open the door wearily. You sit on your couch and collapse into tears.

You scream. You clutch a pillow in your hands and hold it against yourself. You tell yourself that they are right.

You see everyone has cried at one point in their lives.

That old lady that waves to you every morning on the bus has broken down in tears because of something someone has said to her.

That kid who used to bully you cries because of the mistakes they’ve made.

That musician that’s made some poor decisions has cried because they saw that one comment.

So before you say anything to a person, the first time you meet them, imagine them at your lowest.

Imagine yourself crying and screaming from hurt and then imagine that person doing the same.

Why would you want to hurt someone who is feeling just a crap as you are?