Here’s a really nice note we received this week that really warmed our hearts…maybe it can do the same for yours on this icy Family Day (names have been changed/left out to preserve their privacy) :
Three of us came in on Friday, one of us asked for a white-ink tattoo running from her palm up to her forearm, her name was (Rebecca) I think it was Tara who ended up doing it.
I took a photo of Tara for (Rebecca) ’cause we couldn’t be more indebted to her and those at New Tribe. (Rebecca’s) been suffering from depression for the majority of her life, this past week was probably the lowest of her moments. She spent the majority of that week in the hospital after making a few suicide threats on Tuesday, and had trouble getting up and out of bed due to severe anxiety attacks. She made a promise to herself and us (the two friends she was with) to get better, and wanted a white ink tattoo that ran along her old cutting scars. She had a booking at (another local shop) made on Thursday, only to get rejected by the artist when we showed up Friday. They also said that “no artist will do it for you, you’d be hard pressed to find one in the city comfortable enough with that tattoo”. She needed that tattoo as a reminder of her promise to get better and as motivation to get up from bed and face her fears. She was on the verge of relapsing back into a depressed state when she was told that nobody in the city would do it for her.
We couldn’t be more thankful that you guys did it for her and that you did it so soon. We haven’t seen her smile like she did during and after the tattoo in over a month. She’s been doing better in these past two days. If it weren’t for you guys, she might have been in a much worse place than she is now.
Thanks a ton!”