Surviving is tough. Living with grief is tough. Dodging the hatred is tough. Fumbling around in search for a candle when world plunges into darkness is tough.
It is tough, but not impossible.
So, every time your finger traces the faint veins on your forearm or beneath your wrist, instead of pulling out a razor, draw a semicolon there.
And remember that you are loved; we need you. We need you. We need you.