Let me tell you a story..

A story about a girl. A girl, who has resorted to screaming and crying for help to receive none, so very often that she feels like she is attention whoring. A girl, who finally resorts to sending a message asking for support to a select group of people that she feels will help her. That actually care. She doesn't include the ones she knows already care, because they already know the issue at hand and have offered her help but in the face of these bullies and trolls, she needs more.

So she sends a message. At first, compliments come, support and everything she's needed to hear for so long. Things that bring a bit more light into her darker times which threaten to return her depression. Then an unexpected message comes onscren. Abruptly followed by another. And another. Until a full blown argument is occuring and the girl- sat reading these hate-filled messages show up on her screen, sent by people she believed to care- feels the dark monster beginning to stir again in her stomach. She swallows the need to cry, and gladly welcomes the numb feeling again, only for it to quickly be replaced by rage.

At Christmas, people have chosen to hurt her. At Christmas, people she thought to be kind and supportive show their true colours.

And here, she writes her feelings, knowing she will be reprimanded, hated and called an attention whore for not being able to keep them to herself.

But before you direct any more hatred to this little girl, think. Think about why she is posting her feelings. Why she is crying out for help. Think, that maybe.. just maybe, she wants to feel tangible and loved far more than she is hated and mocked before she loses all faith in reality. Think about what she has had to deal with aside from this that has made her this way. Think , next time, before you open your mouth, or write a sentence. You claim to care, to want to make the world a better place, to be a good, kind person. So be one. Do it. Make the world better and learn to shut your mouth, hold your fingers and find the human decency to show support rather than shoot a girl when she's down because God knows that in so many cases when that happens, the trigger will be pulled, the shot will fire and a body will hit the floor.

This post is no longer to vent, because I am stronger than that girl, and I now feel that I am able to rise above it with the friends that I have found. Instead, view this post as a voice for those still screaming for a hand to hold them and show them the light in their dark, dark hell. To raise awarenesss and fight back against emotional abuse and bullying. For the invisibles. Those suffering in silence. The ones so broken they can't fight back anymore.

Repost this. spread the word and save a life this Christmastime.

Repost this, even if it isn't Christmas anymore, because your good nature isn't just for Christmas, but permanent.

Repost this, because you care.