The Story Behind Semicolon Tattoos—They Aren’t a Trend; They’re a Symbol of a Silent Fight

Hope begins in the midst of despair.

The Internet has been full of semicolons lately, and not because there is a new grammar cult on the rise. (Wouldn’t that be scary?!)

Photos of semicolon tattoos are cropping up all over social media.

In writing, the semicolon represents a place where the author could have chosen to end the sentence but instead opted to continue. As a tattoo, however, this simple punctuation mark has become a powerful symbol of hope for those who want to declare to the world and themselves that they are determined not to end their story, but rather to persevere in the struggle with self-harm, depression or suicidal thinking.

The slogan behind the tattoo is, “A semicolon is used when an author could’ve chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to. The author is you and the sentence is your life.”
While the tattoo craze is certainly a phenomenon, it wasn’t until I read the story of the woman who founded Project Semicolon that I really grasped the power behind this simple message written on her arm: Love Endlessly. Her testimony beautifully embodies the message behind her cause:

Life is full of trials that may bring a person to experience great pain or, if we’re lucky, bring us great joy. Those experiences, the good and the bad, are carried through life with us. To not only shape and change who we are, but to also leave us with the lessons we have learned.

Growing up, for me, was one trial after another. I spent years wondering what I would eventually learn from my experiences and why I had to endure these things. At some points, I even wondered if there could be a way out.

From even a young age, I learned how to endure and to fight. At the age of 6, two years after my parents divorced, I chose to go live with my father and his new wife. Living with my father was great until my stepmother began abusing me physically, mentally and even emotionally. I endured her abuse until I was taken from my father and put into state custody. I remained there while I waited for my mother to come for me. This happened at the age of 8, marking the start of my journey into “the system”.

As a young child, I’d already experienced more pain than I even imagined possible.

Going forward with my life was difficult because of the years I’d been abused. I’d been left with a tendency towards seeking unhealthy kinds of attention and a habit for choosing paths that weren’t beneficial for my life.

When I was 13, I was raped for the first time.

Rather than being reassured and comforted after the assault, I was held responsible for a crime I did not commit and put back into the system. The next five years of my life were spent in darkness and total solitude. I was even heavily medicated with drugs used to treat mental illnesses despite never being diagnosed with one. I fell victim to self-injuring behavior more than once and, on a number of occasions, even attempted to take my life.

I had little to no respect for myself and I felt that I was worthless. The people around me, especially those who were supposed to love me, never showed me that I was worth the very air I breathed. Their attitude towards me became my attitude about me and the mentality through which I viewed myself.

At the age of 18, I lost my father to suicide.

I had been at a low point for quite some time, but this brought more pain to my life than anything I had ever experienced. With that pain lingering in the shadows, I was sent off to begin my life as an adult. I was fresh out of the system and completely unaware of where or how to begin my life as an adult, so at that point, after 5 years of not being in school, I obtained my HSED and went off to college.

Beginning college brought an entirely new set of trials to my life.

I started experimenting with drugs which led me to abuse prescription painkillers. I also struggled greatly with depression during that period, which reflected very poorly on my performance in school. It was during my first couple of years in college that I was raped two more times and, at the hands of an ex-boyfriend, I experienced the loss of my unborn child.

Throughout my life, through the good times and the bad, I held closely to my faith in God.

There were times that I wavered in my Faith and wondered why I had to experience such pain and times when I wondered how could a God of love allow me to go through this?

Meeting my husband was the turning point in my life. For the first time, I experienced true love and I was, finally, able to start healing. It was through this journey that I embraced my calling and set out to help others who felt they were less than their true worth. I knew I wanted to impact the world and to make a difference, that is how Project Semicolon (The Semicolon Project) began.

It is the love of my Savior that empowered me to make a difference and to love the world with a Christ-like love, even when the world hadn’t loved me. It is only through God that I am here to tell you my story and empower you all to continue yours. Without His love and grace I know that my story would never have been told. I hope that you all know that you are loved and that you are worth saving. My story isn’t over yet, neither is yours.

Stay Strong; Love Endlessly; Change Lives

Amy Bleuel
Amy is an artist with wisdom and insight beyond her years. She currently resides in Green Bay, WI with her husband, David. Amy is known for her strength and love for others. Despite all odds, she always pushes forward and loves the world with a Christ like love. Amy's favorite things are her two cats (Tyke & Samone), family and friends, Skillet, Photography, Graphic Design, traveling, the Ocean, Starbucks and Chipotle. You can follow Project Semicolon's blog, Twitter, and Facebook page.

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