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Self-Conception by V

Value is a wide-range of self-conception. How you see the world reflects on you. How you view it, how you think about it, how you feel about it, will all influence how you are as a person. And no one would know who you are until you show them how you see the world, but that turns out to be very complicated. Showing them who you are, how you work, how every part of you connects, it’s like showing them your soul. It’s showing them who you truly are, and it’s terrifying. It’s showing them parts of you that you aren’t even sure of, yet. And voicing all the questions in your head, afraid of sounding stupid or ridiculous, or voicing the thoughts that sprout the insecurity within you, the thoughts that scare you. Everyone grows up with the fear of being themselves, showing themselves, without even knowing who they are. Growing up, you’re still trying to build yourself up, building up your views, discovering yourself, exploring yourself, struggling with the change in your beliefs, and the world, trying to create your own opinions and observations, figuring out how you fit into the world. So, yeah, it’s scary. Imagine being in a pitch black room, and you can’t even feel anything yet, except the ground beneath your feet. The only thing you feel is the cold, tiled floors underneath you. And you have to move, you have to find a way out of that room, because you can’t see, or feel, or hear anything and you know nothing about what’s in it with you. So, you walk, and you’re trying to find a steady path, all while trying to find your way out into light and freedom. But, in order to find that path, you’re going to step on the things you can’t see that lie on the floors, and you’re going to feel with your hands around you as you walk, and feel things you don’t know of, and you’re going to strain your ears for sounds and hear whispers you can’t quite make out into words.

It’s confusing, isn’t it? It would be confusing, and difficult, and frustrating. It’s painful, and scarring, and troubling. That’s life. That’s figuring out who you are. That’s trust. That dark room is every question you don’t have the answers to about the world and everyone living in it and everything you don’t know about yet. Every wonder, every feeling, is all a dark room. And showing someone how lost you are, showing them how dark that room is, letting them be in that dark room with you, it’s all terrifying. But, all at the same time, that dark room is in your head. Every question you have, every scary thought, every confusing wonder about yourself, is all in your mind. They all don’t exist. They are weightless, volume-less, breaths of air. Yet, they are the heaviest weight in the world, and scream in volume, and they are everything you look at. How it all works, it’s all part of self-conception, and you don’t even know it.


V is a 17-years-young senior at John I Leonard High School, and sees herself to be “an open-minded person with a careful and free spirit.” Show and Heal is grateful for her contributions to our Snapchat account (@ShowandHeal) as she “hopes to create a safe place for our students to learn and speak out.”

Saving a Life

The everyday heroes who are children and young teens. This story was written by a beautiful, talented student of mine about how she saved a life from suicide:
“This story is a true story about a close friend of mine who used to cut, and how I kept her from committing suicide.”
           ~ Donna Jones, a sophomore who has been helping peers and friends with real-life problems, including depression, anxiety, grief, and abuse.   
The girl sits on her own, on the floor where no one can see her. She sits with dry eyes and a page in her lap. Her page is marked up with lines from days passed.  She lifts her sharp brush and paints a line, and one more, and on till her page is filled with lines, all the same shade of red and black. Her page weeps paint, and her heart fills with tears. She lifts her brush once more to her chest and not to the page marred with scars and fresh wounds. The blade pricks her skin, and a drop of black blood drips down her front to join the same tint on the white tile ground, right as a girl walks in. This girl has known the first for a year and knew of her art for a long while. She did not know of the girl’s plan to end it all that night, to not have to draw a new line, for she wished to draw one last time before death came and claimed her. She stops, the blade held in place by ten stones, and lead fills her heart, as her friend caught on to her plan. She does not scream, or cry, or yell, or gasp, but takes the knife, wipes the paint and the pain from the first girl’s legs, and wraps up the self-made wounds. Clean, wrapped, and sad, the first girl lifts her arms for the friend to take hold of. She lets her lift her and take her to her bed, and lets her hold her for the night. They both stare at the girl in front of them, curled together in a hold that will never break. The next day, they get dressed and leave for school, and wear nice masks. No one knows what they did, only that they share a deep love, and that it will never break. The next girl gives the first a small smile. “I know. I draw too.”

cutting, and a cry for help



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If you’re not sure where to turn, please call the resources below:

S.A.F.E. Alternatives information line at (800) 366-8288 for referrals and support for cutting and self-harm.

In the middle of a crisis? If you’re feeling suicidal and need help right now, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline immediately at (800) 273-8255.

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