To the first commenter--She may not have made the best choices, but Amy deserves our love and respect, as do her loved ones. Please keep insensitive thoughts to yourself, no matter how true you may believe them to be.

My heart goes out to all of Amy's friends and family, and to the people of Norway.

1 | Left by Anon | Jul. 23, 2011 at 3:56pm

This breaks my heart. Addiction has taken too many lives and ended too many stories. However, as Jamie says, recovery and sobriety are very very possible. I work part time in a rehab center and I see it every day with those brave enough to enter our doors.

Another comment for the first one to post, now is not the time to judge Amy and her choices. She was a human being struggling with a very dark and very unforgiving demon. Since you are on this site, I assume you know what message TWLOHA is trying to spread. Hate and intolerance is not it. Please be more respectful.

My heart is with all of those dealing with these horrible losses, for Amy and for Norway.

2 | Left by Ashley | Jul. 23, 2011 at 4:59pm

To anyone who comments here: who are we to judge? Don't judge Amy because she was an addict. Don't judge anyone. The Bible says that anyone who is perfect should cast the first stone. Those stones aren't always solid, they can be verbal. I doubt anyone is PERFECT except God Himself, so who are we to judge?

3 | Left by Love For Others | Jul. 23, 2011 at 7:39pm

Last night I wrote love on her arms, her beauty irreverent of what she has been told she is. I knelt before her, let her hold me and...... with a single tear took away her thirst. with the softest part of my breath my body recoils and asks her a question. What will be her answer?

4 | Left by James Norrish | Jul. 23, 2011 at 9:47pm

Thank you. We're going to fight for further and higher democracy, and not be scared to silence. Together we are strong.
- Norway.

5 | Left by Emma | Jul. 24, 2011 at 8:59am

Let us all learn to choose love. Every single day.

6 | Left by keashka | Jul. 27, 2011 at 8:27am

What a beautiful blog. I love TWLOHA so much.
We need to tell people that love is out there and we need to start realizing that it will happen to every one eventually. I'm not talking from experience, i'm talking from hope

7 | Left by Megan | Jul. 27, 2011 at 3:48pm

Hey guys!
I know I posted something on here a few days ago, but I just wanted to say that the love you guys have shown in support to Amy and the attacks in Norway have given me strength and hope that this world isn't, as my preacher says, "goin' ta Hell inna hand basket".

8 | Left by Love For Others | Jul. 27, 2011 at 6:27pm

It's funny how I can talk to others and help them out of their problems, and I can't seem to be wise when it comes to myself. Every time I get the urge to cut myself or inflict pain on myself, I try and write Love on my wrist instead. Even if i don't cut there, at least I will keep seeing it. But sometimes... It's too hard.

9 | Left by Nobody | Aug. 1, 2011 at 7:30pm

Gosh, We Are All Such Fragile Beings Arent We? Amy Winehouse Is A Beautiful Soul Another Fragile Being Who Was Broken

10 | Left by Kayla | Aug. 2, 2011 at 12:28am

We will all miss Amy. In a world of stories, hers ended too quickly. Addiction is a terrible thing, and we all mourn her loss, but we must also remember that she lived, and that her story still exists. She continues on in our memories, in her music, and in our hearts as we pray for her.

Help fight addiction. Let no story go unfinished.

11 | Left by Lily | Aug. 3, 2011 at 11:37pm

I've been lost in my addictions over 18 years. Reading this story helps to know that I am loved regardless of the things I have done! I pray that soon I will be able to say, "I was delivered from my addictions!" but for now... I guess I'll just keep waiting...

12 | Left by Mandy | Aug. 4, 2011 at 5:25pm

It's stories like these which remind me how precious life is, and how stupid and selfish I would be if I ended my own right now...

13 | Left by Georgia | Aug. 7, 2011 at 6:53am

These stories are beautiful, This website and it's stories have kept me from making the mistake of cutting myself since I first came across it. My friend Raeanne showed me this sight when I told her I burnt my arms when I felt pain in my life. I've never cut myself because I fear that I might end up seriously hurting myself. This website inspires me to keep living my life. I lose my way a lot though, I am emo, and I'm harassed for it every day. People tell me that I should go cut or kill myself to make others happier. Yet I'm still here and I ignore those people.
Thank you for being my inspiration,
Hayzz. :)

14 | Left by Hayzz | Aug. 13, 2011 at 1:44am

I love all you guys :) you're beautiful- inside and out :) I've been suicidal for 2 years. And then I found God :) he's changed my life so much. I feel amazing and I actually want to see my future. But I didn't make this change alone, my friends were always by my side :) if anybody needs a friend, or just needs someone to talk to, I'm here for you :) my email address is lmullinax131@yahoo.com I'm here if you need me ;)

15 | Left by L(: | Aug. 13, 2011 at 2:38pm

they wrote hate on my arms those girls who told me i wasnt pretty, that hurting my self was the only way to let out the pain. i burned my arms. it hurt so good. i hated it.

They wrote love on my arms. those boys, my friends who stood by me and told me i was beautiful. The one who showed me stragth and bravery. the one who showed me how to laugh at every chance i had. The one who told me the truth, and made me have faith, in god, in family, in my self.
Thank you
The ones who i thought would understand riped me up in side.
The ones who where there for the aftermath, who replaced that hate and saddness....with love
to write love on their arms. Its my turn to show them, what they showed me.And to show the world, the meaning of love.

16 | Left by Kira | Aug. 16, 2011 at 1:32am

To my friends who care. Thank you. With out you i would not be alive. Thank you Mitch, TJ, Spacey, Missy, Liv, Shellie, Jazz, and Destiny. U all saved me, from my self. Youre heart is a peice of glass, dosnt let others shatter it.if they do let the ones who care helf u put it back to gether. Love you Amy winehouse. Me and my chosen familys pray for ur friends and family. i have not cut my self or taken those pills in 10 months to the date.

Has love on her arms,
Bliss

17 | Left by Bliss | Aug. 16, 2011 at 1:38am

i have suffered greatly by the weight and hardship of life. for the past 3 years i have been through darkness that i didnt imagine was possible. my brother passed away when he was only eighteen, and he was my biggest inspiration, my hero, and my best friend. i turned away from everyone when that moment happened, my family, my friends, my loved ones. i was so terribly lost. i had suicidal thoughts running through my head for almost a year. at my lowest point things started changing. my beautiful girlfriend clare hutchinson came into my life, and turned everything around. she taught me to love and feel loved, and made me realized that i made the biggest mistake of my life, turning my back on God himself. i felt so ashamed, but i started loving God again, listening to him. and he changed everything. he brought me back to life, from darkness to light and on this day i couldnt be happier. when i think of my brother i know longer think pain and suffering, i think happiness and forgiveness. he and God changed me and made me realize what life is. Recovery is REAL. and it is possible no matter what situation you are in. just sit down and listen to Gods words, the words of your loved ones, and the words of your heart.

TWLOHA has been an inspiration for me, it made me realize that i am not the only one that went through the unspeakable pain. i love you all, God bless. i have became a man and a follower of God, if anyone needs to talk, i dont care who you are or what the situation is. get ahold of me or you anyone loved ones around you, recovery is real.

18 | Left by Josh Varab | Aug. 17, 2011 at 12:03pm

I hope there will be something written about/for the news of the passing of Rick Rypien. He was an NHL player that played for the Vancouver Canucks for about 6 seasons and apparently struggled with depression for many years before losing the battle on Monday. It is a very sad but good story to share since it is something not often talked about in professional sports, let alone hockey.

19 | Left by rmv | Aug. 18, 2011 at 3:12pm

"She was more than a voice, more than a star, more than an addict. She was somebody's daughter, somebody's friend."
I love that^. People don't realize that she was a person. All they see is a girl that could sing and was an addict. This blog is amazing.

20 | Left by BrookeO | Sep. 14, 2011 at 7:23am

You can’t relate to this kind of pain. You can’t understand how she feels; she’s running as fast as she can, in the wrong direction. She’s afraid to turn around and running is all she knows, her lungs feel like they’ll burst but she keeps moving. She has too, she’s afraid of the people she’s left behind her, the people she’s moved on from.
Loving a man with a thousand hearts, having her heart broken a thousand times. It’s an endless cycle, one that drags her around in circles. She’s holding onto the love she should leave, letting go means she’s given up. Loving you is the only way she’s still feels alive. Other than cutting, cutting makes her as real as the blood running from her wounds.
White scars are like words, written with knives, each cut is another stanza in a grand poem. It is beautifully written, composed on a thousand emotions. She does not cut for the relief in the pain, but the relief after it, the kind of relief that comes from knowing it’s her little secret, the kind of relief that lets her know the world can’t her like she hurts herself. She’s losing what’s left of her dignity but she’ll fight to the end to cut. She’ll fight to the end; it may come sooner than she planned.
Another strike and another touch on her skin, both meant for pleasure in the man who does it. She finds fear in every hand that comes near her, asking herself if they’ll slap her. Seasons come and go, so do the men, one after the other. They take advantage of her, whispering false lies of beauty, the only beauty they see is the weakness of her, how easy it is to take her in every way a man can.
They rape her, rape her of every hope she knows, and of the very innocence she once had.
She begins to lose sight of hope, of how it once felt to hold it in her heart. Lines on her forearms, lines of cocaine, lines of men waiting to hurt her, lines of music that momentarily keep her safe. So many lines, so many of them that they begin to blur. One line another, one hurt another. Music is her constant and she sings to stop her own tears.
Wrap your arms around her and sing along. Wrap your arms around her and remind her of hope, the one thing she can’t lose. Wrap your arms around her and let her weep into you. Wrap your arms around her and lift her head to the sky, tell her to look up, tell her to remember the stars.

21 | Left by Anonymous Poetry | Sep. 17, 2011 at 6:12pm