THE BUTTERFLY PROJECT

submit here!   THE RULES:
1. when you feel like you want to cut, take a marker or pen and draw a butterfly wherever the self-harm occurs.
2. name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better.
3. NO scrubbing the butterfly off.
4. if you cut before the butterfly is gone, it dies. if you don't cut, it lives.
5. another person may draw them on you. these butterflies are extra special. take good care of them.
6. even if you don’t cut, feel free to draw a butterfly anyways, to show your support.

this is an anoymously-run blog for you. i want to hear your stories. i want to see pictures of your butterflies. please don't be ashamed to share anything. we are all human, and i'm only here to serve.

all the posts on this blog are submissions from followers who have enough courage to share their lives and their stories with you. i ask that this remain a judgement-free zone. thank you all very much. stay strong.

with hope, momma butterfly })i({
April 4th, 2013 - 2014.

On April 4th last year, I made 9 cuts on my left wrist. I remember that it wasn’t my last time but I wrote about it in my diary that day so I guess it was pretty important. Today, one year later I decided that instead of another 9 cuts, I would draw 9 butterflies on that same spot I made those 9 cuts a year ago.
I’m happy now. I changed. I met wonderful people. And the most important thing here, I survived. You will too. <3

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I’m Mariah ….. I recently turned 14. I have been very depressed for a while. My family thinks I’m happy . I don’t have many friends . And I am very shy. Most people don’t like me ( idk why ) . And i hate how I look. And cutting helps me feel less like crap. I haven’t been doing it for long. Only about 6 days :/The last time I did it was April 5th 2014. I wanna stop …. but at the same time I don’t. Imma try though. The butterfly project is Amazing !!!!! :)

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Fighting Butterflies

Butterflies have always fluttered on my wrists

Up my forearms they lay a kiss

Reminding me that they are free

But showing me they would never leave

Even if their small wings failed

My heart is still locked in a jail

My butterflies I’ve always hid

But in reality who do I kid

As I pulled and tugged on all my sleeves

A heavy weight I do heave

No matter how hot or how sweaty I got

Peace in my mind is what I sought

One day the butterflies began to fly

I thought they would forever leave my mind

I saw them go for months and weeks

I let a few tears fall from my cheeks

I would miss the comfort that they brought

But their return is something I fought

One day their wings made a return

Their soft kisses were something I yearned

Butterflies migrate too

And sometimes they go somewhere new

From my forearms did they travel

To my thighs to continue the battle

-Catalina @ChasingBeauts

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I was born with a mom that was 18 and a drug addicted and abusive father. My mom left my father before I even got to see his face. But about a half a year later my mom got together with another man. Let’s call him john. John was also an alcoholic, and incredibly abusive. My mother left him when I was 5 when he tried to kidnap me and take me away from my mother forever. Fast forward a couple years. It was picture day at school in 6th grade and I was wearing a dress. I went on the bus to go home…….. And I was sexually assaulted. The boy tried to grab me and take pictures of me and a lot of other kids joined in too. That day was when I made my first cut. Now I’m in 8th grade and going into Highschool next year and I’ve tried committing suicide 18 times >. I’ve made many cuts and cried almost every night. But I am getting better. Today I have a butterfly for my friend. She is in the hospital right now and she shares my struggles. She is my best friend and I hate to see her hurt. So here’s to you bestie!

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Recovery

Today I made one of the hardest and most difficult decisions a cutter can make. I fought the urge to cut. :)

Remember when you look at your butterflies or scars, that you are worth so much more than you think you are. Put yourself in a bubble where the only thing that matters in the whole entire world is you and know that you don’t deserve to be hurt. You’re the most important thing in the world.

Be a little selfish, ignore everything else in the world because you matter so much more than anything else.

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I selfharm

My names Jay I’ve been self harming for years and I want to get better. The other day I attempted suicide but my best mate stopped me. He Use to selfharm but he did this project and said it worked for him so he suggested it for me. I want to get better for him my friends and my family I really want this to work

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My very chubby legs covered in butterflies and some flies (i like flies). I&#8217;m really trying not to cut, I&#8217;ve been clean for half a year now, and suddenly depression comes by with its friend allucinations. I want to be strong, I&#8217;ll do my best.

My very chubby legs covered in butterflies and some flies (i like flies). I’m really trying not to cut, I’ve been clean for half a year now, and suddenly depression comes by with its friend allucinations. I want to be strong, I’ll do my best.

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     I don’t know when it started. One day i felt so low of myself that i couldn’t stand it. There were voices in my head just telling me to do it, that it was the only way to feel better. I left my house with a screwdriver and a pencil sharpener. I went to the nearest park and sat down at a bench the farthest away from the people and smashed the sharpener and unscrewed the blade from it, and that’s how i started.

     My parents had a quite tragic divorce that i remember like it was yesterday and my dad was somewhat abusive. In elementary school, specifically 5th grade, i started to be bullied. I had bad teeth. I got braces in 5th grade and was called names, you know, “brace face” or “chipmunk” because i had large teeth. I was and still am over weight, but not terribly. Both of my parents didn’t have jobs at that point and my dad actually lived with my grandmother, who eventually became very sick. 6th grade I was doing pretty well. I didnt get bulied as much anymore, until my mom couldnt afford to live in the house we were in. i moved schools, and not just like to the next one in the city, i mean like an hour away, where hanging out with friends wasnt just a walk down the street.  I had to completely start over. At my new school i wasnt excepted very well. I made about 2 friends. I remember in my art period, we were learning something new and were all gathered around the teacher. A group of like 4 people stood behind me laughing and whispering. The would pull my hair, and when i would tell them to stop, they would just laugh and mimic me in a childish voice. Now, 8th grade, i dont get bullied straight to my face, but subtly, not to my face. My sister will make jokes about me being over weight and even someone who i thought was my best friend makes fun of me, without trying to, saying hes only joking. I get anxiety attacks, Im very socially awkward, i starve myself for days at a time sometimes, and i cut. Ive found this butterfly project and I hope it helps. I dont want to be like this anymore.

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My friend introduced me to this project two weeks ago..it helps A LOT and I came out of the cutter&#8217;s closet by telling my mother about it.  She loves this blog and my butterflies were drawn after her and my sister, my best friends in the world and my reasons to get better.

My friend introduced me to this project two weeks ago..it helps A LOT and I came out of the cutter’s closet by telling my mother about it. She loves this blog and my butterflies were drawn after her and my sister, my best friends in the world and my reasons to get better.

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I LOVE THE BUTTERFLY PROJECT!!!!! it has helped my best mate get through her self harming and suicidal stage. I have had suicideal thoughts for a year now and a couple days ago i attempted it. My friend caught me and called the police and ambulance, he saved my life. he has set me up with this project and we’re gonna try it out. he’s going to draw my butterfly for me tomorrow and im going to try my hardest to keep it alive 

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