This is the inside of a bathroom stall. This is also one of the few things about BGSU that I really like.
So, this building’s bathroom stalls were old enough to be covered in years upon years of writing until they were painted over… and then promptly written on again. So, after they repainted them a second time, they put up these sheets of paper in all of the stalls (just in this building and just in the womens’ bathroom. No idea what the mens’ looks like). Basically, they say “Write on these, we’ll supply the paper, just please stop writing on the walls.” Something magical happened.
Not only did women stop writing on the actual stall walls, but these papers have become a sort of underground support system for those who need one. The messages are usually anonymous.
For every “I struggle with depression,” there are three or four “You’re not alone, keep going”s.
For every “I tried to kill myself last night,” there are a handful of “I’m proud you didn’t, you can do this”s.
And for every “I’m pregnant. Help,” there are people replying “Here are support lines and good clinics to go to.”
Yes, you have the occasional “Here’s my kik!” or “Dance Marathon is this week,” and lots and lots of inspirational quotes (Lupita Nyong’o was featured several times a few weeks ago, of course). None of these are bad things. But most of what I see are these messages of reaching out and finding support and I just think that it’s really beautiful.