Dear Author of Cut,
The reason I started reading your book was because my friend. Her addiction to cutting confused me. I needed a better of understanding.
I was so scared for her. I should of noticed the way her personality changed dramatically. The way she never smiled or laughed anymore. She wasn’t herself. She was depressed and felt alone. But i had always told her i was here for her. Shortly after i found out i didn’t know what to do. But before i could do anything. She wasn’t at school. i started getting worried. i called her parents. they had told me she was sent away to a hospitle for people to help them with their addictions. i was glad she was okay and getting help.
She had told me when she was out a few weeks later they gave her cooping skills and all she needed was someone to talk to. Like a councler every once in a awhile.
There was one part of the book i remember very clearly was when she was running home. She stomped through her front door and called out. No one was home. She noticed a knife sitting on a table next to her. She picked it up and started talking about her blood pooled up like a bubble about to burst. She had said “then i was on the cieling looking down waiting to see what would happen next…” it was shocking to me. i felt so bad for her. i tryed to picture myself in her place. i couldn’t even imagine.
This book and my friend helped me to relize people have their addictions doesn’t make them a bad person. That there is always help you can get help and that there is hope. There is a campain called To Write love On Her Arms. They help people with addictions and raise money selling their merchandise. i support them for my friend.
Now, thanks to the people who helped her out, her family and friends she is now the happy girl i always knew.