"Um, rightyho. So, one of my friends had a mental breakdown two days ago because the french teacher had yelled at her for not having a pen, and said the next person to not have a pen would lose a point (she didn't even tell us to get one). Basically, she was doing short tests inside with three people at a time, and the rest of the class was outside in the corridor. And this group up front near the door is talking really loudly, but everyone's being quiet or studying for the test. The teacher comes outside, points at the back half of the group and tells us we're all talking really loudly, and we had to go outside. My friend from earlier literally ran outside and then collapsed against the lockers sobbing. I tried to comfort her, and friend b came out. We talked a bit, friend a calmed down slightly, then friend b started talking about when she started cutting. We were sitting three across, and suddenly I could see a long row of scars up the inside of her forearm. I said 'no. nobody shall cut. be happy instead'. Friend a said it was really hard to stop once you'd started. I could see the irregular scars on her arm too. All my friends are depressed/suicidal/cutting or all of them. And I feel horrible because I feel like I should be able to help them, and I can't, and that just makes me feel pretty damn useless."

Abba, nothing breaks my heart more than those suffering from self-harm at such a young age. It kills me inside to think of how they are hurting. I ask that you would please help toothlessfuryu to be the best friend that she can be to them and that she can love them well. I ask that You would wrap Your loving arms around them all in comfort. Fill the void, bring them through the pain, breath life into them, Father.

In Jesus name we pray, amen.