Inspired by The Script: "Turn that pain into power"

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Turn that pain into power
This is the line of the week used
as an inspiration for all the
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3. From the 17th of August every week it’ll be about one randomly selected song from The Script. I’ll choose a line
and you’ll use your talent to make something with it: draw or paint, make an edit, snap a photo, make a video,
write a story or a poem or share a thought. No restrictions on the format, the only limit
is the sky (if even that), and more importantly the deadline.
Monday: I’ll share the full lyrics and the ONE LINE you have to include in your
submission
Tuesday: I’ll share some videos with the song, feel free to join in!
Wednesday: a collection of quotes from the lads about the song
Thursday: feature on one of the support bands
Friday: story time, inspired by the song
Saturday: submit your art by midnight Dublin time
Sunday: the weekly winner is announced and all submissions will be shared on the blog and in this booklet.
When I say “art”, I use it in the widest of sense: it can be a drawing, painting, montage, photograph, digital or
manual art, edits, videos, gifs, short stories, poems, real life stories, blog posts and anything else you can think of
when you say art. Don’t limit yourself with the format.
You don’t have to do it every week: you can join whenever you feel like it. No excuse not to do it, really! :) The
more you do the better of course and to implement that above mentioned regularity there are special prizes for the
“frequent fliers” :)
Weekly reward: a fridge magnet to one random submission
Monthly reward: keyring announcing you “the master of The Script Challenge”
The 10 milestone: wall canvas or a mug
The marathoners: handmade book
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@adeleroberts79
@adelemarie82
@ A d e l e R o b e r t s 7 9
I have already shared this story but i am sharing again so sorry
in advance if you've already read it. I have been through loss
first i lost two important people in my life that was one of the
hardest things i had to deal with this crushed me. These two
people where my inspiration and now that has gone. Everyday
i get scared of not remembering their faces or their voices but
@thescript if you could see me now brings back all those
memories their faces and voices. I know they are with me
always. The next loss was going through 7 miscarriages, i lost
my first before i had my two daughters i knew then it wasn't
meant to be. But then it was 1 after another i felt like giving
up never to try again. Bit then in 2011 i found out i was
pregnant. The following months was just horrible but i hit 5
months and went for my scan and found out i was having a
boy this was the best news ever. In july 2012 i gave birth to
my son Harley. He is my little miracle. I wish i'd of had
#TheScriptFamily and @thescript at that time as i know they
would of been there for me. But i'm grateful i have them
now. I love this family so much and i know we are all here for
each other and its the best feeling ever so thank you. I have
read many of #thescriptfamily stories and to me they are all
superheroes who have turned their pain into power. And i do
the same everyday thanks to #TheScriptFamily
@alexistaft
@AndaAndrijanic

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@ A l l T i m e A D r e a m e r
I'm Johanna, here's My Story: Ok. When I was 5, my father beat me and my big bro mom up every day. I even have a scar
from it. Fortunately, my 3 younger siblings were too young to realize what's up. BUT then, my father started trying to kill
my mom. I and my big bro could defend her, but got even more beaten up. My mom was pregnant, so we couldn't run away,
when my lil sister was finally born, we run away to my grandparents. We had no proofs for the police. Then i had my 1st
school day, i never found friends. 'cause of my childhood, i was a mental wreck. 'cause nobody understands. Everyone made
fun about me. I was down all time. BUT then i saw The Script on tv.
And i smiled for the first time after 7 years. Was 2012. Then 2013, my
father came back and caused that my big bro is in suicide danger. And
my lil bro believes all his lies and moved to him. Now my father sued us
and said we lie. But Cause of The Script i learned to put my emotions
into music and started drumming. They and you guys keep me up.
@Catheri33297324
@ B r e t t S G 9 1
June 6th 1991, I was born. I was born with a disability called
Spina Bifida and Hydrocephlus and within 24 hours was taken
away from my mum to have surgery on my back. To anyone
reading this, my disability consists of water on the brain and
paralysis from the waist; as such I will be in a wheelchair for my
entire life.
As with anything that people see as "different", it often comes with name calling or worse. Sadly, I've had my fair share of
"retard" and "spastic" and I've had countless blank stares from strangers and questions asked to my mum asking "What's
wrong with your child?"; all while growing up.
During my teenage years, I went through alot of personal battles but I discovered @thescript on a very special night. It's safe
to say that @thescript helped me heal from the pains of a disability and gave me a new focus in life; to be the best I can be
and to inspire constantly.
I first heard Hall of Fame and you all know the story of my trip to Manchester to see the lads. It wasn't until I heard
Superheroes, that I realised just who I was and what I'm capable of. I realised that; the song wasn't just a song. It was a
message that I can and will be something I desire to be. I am that person, that Superhero that could "turn that pain into
power."
It was after hearing Superheroes, that my outlook to life changed. I wasn't the shy, quiet little boy anymore. I grew a smile , I
didn't fake it and I was naturally happy as I am. I had a strength I didn't know I had and a courage that seemingly blew peop le
away. Superheroes is a song, that resonated with me in a way, that no other song has or ever will do.
I'm really quite lucky to have some amazing chances coming my way, with hopefully meeting @ thescript in the near future
but above all else; I've moved forward from my past and I'm happy being the inspiring person that you all refer to me as.
I learned a valuable lesson when I heard Superheroes: To never give up on anything. To always keep fighting no matter how
tough life gets but to always, always be proud of the person I am.
@Dizzychick01

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@ c o c o l o c o 5 7 5 7
I was always the one that people
counted on in life. I had it all
together. I was strong, I took risks, I
reached for goals that seemed
impossible to most. I always
accomplished them. Always. It wasn't
until last year that I realized my
personal expectations I held for myself
were to my own detriment.
I started a new job winter of 2014. It
was my "dream job" handed to me out
of nowhere. With that transition came
a period of immense sadness as I left
my nursing coworkers, who truly
were my family after being together
and fighting for life daily for years. I
wasn't prepared for how much that
would impact me. I stopped the tears
before they started. I was strong. I
moved on.
Most people don't know that my son
Evan is adopted. The daily life
struggles that come with having an adopted child isn't one that most people really will understand unless they've been there.
My husband and I lost a daughter back in December 2012. We were told we were going to be her parents, but she was taken
back from us as her birth mother changed her mind. I've literally never experienced heartbreak like that in my life. I also
never dealt with the loss properly. I was strong. Not weak. I moved on.
Being a first-time mom out of nowhere when Evan was born brought its challenges. I still grieve every single day for his
beautiful birth mother who made the choice to place him in my arms that fateful winter day. But still...I didn't let my mind
fully process my grief and the transition. I was strong. I moved on.
My life took a dramatic turn for the worse a year ago. I didn't realize it at the time but I was having a mini panic attacks
throughout every single day of my life. No, that's not true. I knew deep down inside I was having a breakdown, but I was
always the one that was strong. I was always the one that everyone counted on. I would never break.
June 28, 2014 I thought I was dying in my car on the way to work. The thoughts were irrational, I had no control over my
body, and definitely not my mind. Somehow I got myself in my car in one piece to the local hospital. After several hours of
crying hysterically, being pinned down by four different hospital employees to give me medicine, meeting with a
psychologist, and meeting with our pastor who came to see me, I realize the Courtenay I thought I knew was not who I was
at all.
My life instantly became about antidepressants and benzodiazepines and just trying to survive the day without thoughts of
killing myself. I'd lie on the bathroom floor at night when my family was sleeping and I'd cry myself to sleep on the tile ju st
praying I wouldn't wake up in the morning.
After having to let my guard down and realizing I needed help, and I wasn't gonna be able to do this on my own, I started
treatment. The most painful part of the whole thing was the fact that I was not allowed to be alone with my son. But it was
because of my son that I knew I needed to fight to stay alive.
Thankfully I'm now a year later on the other side of my personal battle. I have a new job, I no longer have intense panic
attacks, I'm confident again but in the right way, and for the first time in my life I feel like I can see my life clearly be fore
me. My life is back.
So well at the time it felt like hell on earth, I am so thankful for the experience and the pain. I've been able to help many
through my own experiences and that means a lot to me. This empowers me to continue to strive every day to make the most
of life. I turned my pain into power. Every time I hear that line in Superheroes, it brings a happy tear to my eye, but a smi le
on my face because I'm truly LIVING IT.
@claudia_barner

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@Eva_Cristina01
@emsy69hs
@EenDenise
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@ e z e z v e n s s o n
My name is Sofie, I'm 19 (almost 20 woohoo) from Sweden.
Here's my story!
I was bullied in almost 10 years. From 6 - 16 years old. Why?
Because I was a bit bigger than everyone else, had a "pig nose"
as everyone thought and my teeth was big and had a big space
between it. I couldn't tell anyone and my friends were afraid to
be my friends because they were afraid to be bullied aswell. I
have a few good friendships, and they lasted long.
When I was 14 year old, I was beated up outside the school.
They kicked me in my head, tummy and my whole body. And
they filmed it. "You deserve it" was all I got to hear.
When I was 15 and got to choose a highschool, I choosed far
away from my "friends" and everyone I even knew, in a new
city to start a new life. There I got a lot of new friends! But
even tho I had a lot of friends there, I was still hurting. Why?
Because it was my boyfriend. he pinched me and strangled me if
I didn't tell him the truth (I always did!!!) and if I didn't want to have sex with him. We finally broke up and I lost all c ontact
with him.
When I was 16 I found out about twitter and music. First it was a boyband called The United. Then it was a singer called
Robin Stjernberg. I got a lot of friends and forgot all my past.
When The Script took my heart in 2013, I was totally in heaven. So many new friends, trips all over the world and my life is
just so good now. What would life be without music, fangirling and stuff?? Nothing!!!
Oups too late to work, hope you enjoyed my story!!!
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@ L u c i l l a d r
I believe that everyone has a story. Or maybe
everyone IS a story.
That’s probably the reason why I love finding
myself in crowded places. It’s like being
surrounded by books that you’ll never be able to
read.
I’m going to tell you my story today.
I’ll start by admitting that I have tears in my eyes
right now and I am really nervous, I hope I won’t
commit any mistakes because of this.
Well, I’ve always been a sporty girl and even
though I now realize how wrong I was, I’ve
always had problems with my body. I’ve never
been overweight, but I aimed for perfection and I
could not avoid feeling uncomfortable with my
body, when I went to the beach, for example.
In 2012 I decided it was time for a change. How
could I imagine that it would be such a big one?!
I started eating healthy and doing sport everyday,
then twice a day, but it became soon not enough.
I wanted perfection, and I didn’t want to wait for
it.
You all can imagine how this ‘healthy’ routine ended up.
I don’t remember much about that period, a great part of what I know is what other people have told me.
I was alone. I still had my friends, my family, my basketball mates, but I was alone. In my mind, everyone was against me
and my new friend, Ana (that’s how people usually call Anorexia), and I had no one to rely on.
My dangerous behavior only ended 9 months later, when my father finally stopped being a spectator to my horrible show,
came to me and said “I know what you’ve been doing lately, if
you don’t stop right now there will be serious consequences”.
I was lost. Anorexia had been my only friend for so long and I
didn’t want to change, but I knew I had to.
That’s when I first listened to Hall of Fame from a new
prospective. I knew The Script already, but had never really
paid attention to their lyrics. Well, on that Spring day, I did.
The Script have saved me, they helped me out of my eating
disorder.
You may think that my story has an happy ending. Well, I’m
sorry to say that’s not true.
After coming out from Anorexia, in May 2013 I developed
BED (Binge Eating Disorder), and it has never left me since
then. I am not lying when I say that this eating disorder is a life
-threatening behavior that leads many people to depression,
anxiety and panic attacks.
I am still fighting my battle.
Since the first time I heard The Script, they have never left me
and they’ve always helped me through many hard times.
When I first gave a listen to Superheroes I started crying, I
could not avoid thinking about the battle that I’m fighting
everyday.
“When you’ve been fighting for it all your life, you’ve been
struggling to make things right, that’s how a Superhero learns
to fly, everyday, every hour, turn that pain into power”…
Well I’m still struggling, but maybe one day I’ll learn how to
fly and I’ll be someone’s superhero.
@juleerandy
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@Natalieee_Lewis
@SandraDrew
@Scripts_Angel

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@ r u s t y f l a r e s
Hiya. I know I'm supposed to be on a Twitter break, but I think this challenge is a good opportunity to explain why. Today, I
think I'm ready to share my story. But first I want to appologize if there are any mistakes or if some of my sentences make a ny
sense, as you know I'm French.
As long as I remember, I've never been a happy kid. I was
always hidding from the others, I was always alone. People
used to bully me because yes, I was chubby. But I didn't care
and I went through middle school with good grades. But then,
I went to highschool and that's when everything fell apart.
People started to be really rude, always calling me name. "fat"
"ugly" "whore" "you should die" "start working out you're a
whale". Everyday. I think they didn't really know how can
words affect people for the rest of their lives. That's when I
started self harming for the first time. I was so sad, and I had
nobody to talk to. I was angry, angry against people, but
mostly angry against me. I self harmed almost everyday, and I
was hidding the cuts by wearing long sleeves or bracelets. I
also started a diet. At first, I was trying to eat healthier. Then
I stopped eating chocolate, cakes, candies. About 3 months
after, I completely stopped eating when I wasn't home. I lost
over 15kg in less than 2 months. I was pale, sick, weak, and
people started to notice. "Wow you lost weight" they said. I
felt beautiful. But some people were still saying I wasn't thin
enough, or beautiful enough. I had no breakfast, no lunch, no
snack. Just a dinner that ended up in the toilets.
One day, a boy noticed that something was wrong. Let's just
say his name was Jordan. He was really nice, and handsome
uh. He seemed to care about me a lot, he always was with me
during lunch breaks and won't let me leave until my plate was
empty. And I fell madly in love with this boy. We stayed
together for about 4 months. Just enough for him to break me.
One day, I walked towards him and he was with his friends.
The one who called me names. "Jordan won money thanks to
you. Cause you're naive enough to think someone would
actually love you. You're an attention seeker. We all saw your
cuts, and I think you should go deeper, ugly fat bitch". I just stared at them, I didn't even cry. I think I knew I was done. I walked
away, and went to class all day like nothing happened. When I went home, that's when I let everything go. I started crying li ke
crazy. I couldn't breath, I couldn't talk. I just cried and cried and cried. I knew I couldn't do it anymore, I wasn't strong enough. I
was weak and they all were right. I was useless. So that night, I tried to killed myself, by taking all the pills I could fin e. I
honestly don't remember what happened after that, cause I woke up the day after at the hospital with my mom crying on my
knees. I felt horrible, and I hated myself even more cause my mom was crying. I didn't say anything for almost a month. I cou ldn't
speak. I saw therapist, and I had to take a bunch of pills that made me gain a lot of fucking weight. After maybe a month and a
half, I was able to go home. I was scared, I didn't want to see poeple, I wanted to be alone. I wanted to be invisible. I had pills for
everything. Anxiety, depression. "bipolar disorder". I was sick. I was a fucking weak and sick girl.
But that's also when I fell in love with someone else. I think you know them. They are called The Script. When my mom went to
the hospital to bring me home, breakeven was playing in the car. I listened to the lyrics without saying anything. The first thing I
did when I went home is go on my computer and listen to this song over and over again. And for the first time since a few
months, I smiled. I smiled because I finally found something to fight for. I finally found something that made me worth it. S ince
that day, I promised myself I won't try to hurt myself again.
I still struggle with eating disorder today. I still starve myself until I pass out sometimes. I still have medicines to take for my
social anxiety. I still have antidepressant. I still feel the urge to cut myself. And tbh that's why I left Twitter. Because the dark
shits are back again. But today, I have a "Hope" tattoo to cover the scars. And I especially have 5 handsome men to help me g o
through hell. Because as they said, you can walk through hell with a smile.
I can't say that I'm happy, because I'm really not. But I'm working on it, and that's all that matters. Thanks to The Script, I met a
family. MY family.
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@ S c r i p t O f M a n o n
I'm turning 18 in a week... Wow. As it's kind of a big change in my life, I thought it might be a good thing to share my stor y
with you, tell you how I became the person I am today and how music helped me through the years. If you want to keep
reading, go on...
I remember 5 years ago, I was so different. Physically of course, but also mentally. I wasn't the girl everyone loved or want
to be friend with, oh no I wasn't. I was bullied at school, I was lonely most of the time, I didn't have much friends. I was sad.
The only thing that brought happiness to my life was music. I loved how song lyrics could describe perfectly what I couldn't
say out loud, it was an escape from all the things that was happening to me at school or even with my family. Until the day I
found that one band I heard a song in a TV show.
I went to search for them on Youtube, listened to all their songs, watched all their concert videos, looked at all their lyri cs
(with Google Translate, of course.)
That band called, The Script, became that escape I needed. When I was sad, tired of everything, I just listened to their song s
and it felt like nothing happened. You know that feeling, when you feel like a song was written for you, about you? Well, I
felt like that with their songs.
As I said, I didn't have anybody to share this new passion with. So, one day, I decided to vreate a twitter account to share my
thoughts, my feelings, about music, my life... And it was the
best decision I ever took. I met incredible people through the
fanbase called "Scriptettes, Scriptons" soon renamed
#TheScriptFamily.
I had finally some people to talk to, to share with... I will
never thank you enough, for what you did. If you're reading
this, it means that you probably know me and that we have
talked so thank you.
When I was crying myself to sleep at night because I was too
afraid of what could possibly happen the day after at school,
seeing tweets saying "You're nice." or "You're pretty." made
the things alot more easier. I gained confidence, thanks to you
guys. I told myself that I was worth living and that I shouldn't
bring myself down. Thank you for that. It might not be a big
deal to say to someone random that you like them, but for,
one tweet could make me smile for the whole week.
Enough with my shitty past, you must be bored, sorry about
that ahah. Today, I am a young woman, confident, happy. I'm
turning 18 in a few days, I'm about to get gratuated, I'm
enterring to college next September. Wow.
I really want to thank you guys for all the love you're bringing to me everyday, I concider some of you as real friends and I
am so grateful to say that I am a part of #TheScriptFamily. And to the band who clearly saved me through their music... You
guys, as I said, were my escape, my little bubble of happiness. Your songs helped me in a way you can't even imagine, It's
even hard to explain it.
You inspired me in so many ways. Let's take the example of learning English. I learnt English to understand your lyrics, your
interviews, your videos. Today, I want to live in England and teach French to students. Another one? I started to learn how
to play drums to be like Glen, I tried guitar to be like Mark.... I have so many examples.
The day I saw you in Paris, on March 16th, I couldn't believe it. I had my idols, my saviors, in front of me. It was the most
amazing night of my whole life. At the end of Hall Of Fame, I just screamed a big "thank you", I don't think you heard it as
too many people were gretting you, but I truely meant i: thank you.
I hope that one day, I'll the chance to say it too you face to face, let's see if it will happen soon or not? ; -) If you took a little
bit of your time to read this "letter", then, thank you. I hope it will make you know me a little better.
Love, Manon.
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@ t s a r e m y a n g e l s
Well, hi. I'm Ivana as you probably know. I'm really nervous to share this and I'm not so good with words so I'm sorry if thi s is
going to be a bit messy. My story. Let's start with my youth. I grew up in a small city in the Netherlands, full of judgement al
people. I always tried to fit in but I never did. I always got left out or being used. I did everything to make people like m e. I had
never been myself. Ever. I went to high school and I started to gain some self confidence. I tried to be myself. But somethin g
changed. People made fun of my body, and that's my number 1 insecurity. I started to eat less. Sometimes I ate nothing, just to
lose weight so people would like me. I lost weight, people noticed, but I felt like shit. I was so exhausted and I convinced myself
to stop starving. I gained all the weight again and am still really really insecure about my body, because all the shit what
happened. My school time wasn't the best time either. Many teachers and even the principal told me I was doing everything
wrong. If I laughed, it was wrong. If I was sad, it was wrong. If I was quiet, it was wrong. If I talked, it was wrong. I was doing
my best so much to make other people happy, but all I did was wrong. They even got me banned from doing my final exams
(looong story). I sued them (and won!) because I had tons of evidence that they were wrong. I wanted to get out of that schoo l as
soon as possible and I'm so happy that I did.
I'm half Serbian. My dad is from Serbia and he lives here for 23 years now, I think. Me and my dad are not always getting alo ng so
well. Not many people know it, and I'm very ashamed of it, but he has a drinking problem. He changes a lot when he drinks. He
becomes another person, and I don't like that person. He always wants to argue and says stupid things. He didn't drink for a while
now but I'm always so scared that he does.
I miss my family in Serbia so much, it hurts. It hurts to hear my grandma cry on the phone every week because she misses us a nd
her husband (my grandfather) who suddenly passed away 2 years ago, which was shocking news for us all. It was the sweetest
grandfather in the world and I'm still so sad that I didn't get the chance to say goodbye. One last hug.
I work at the bread/meat part of a supermarket and I hate it. It's
though work, people scream at me and I get home with the nastiest
scars and cuts. I know you'd probably think; 'Why don't you just quit
the job?' I ask myself that very often too, but I really need the money
because my study is going to be really expensive and I have to pay for it
myself.
I think I was at my lowest point this year. All the feelings were coming
together and I saw no other way out. I was crying myself asleep every
night, thinking that the world would be a better place without me here
as I'm only doing things wrong. I tried to talk about my feelings with
people near me but they never listened and only talked about
themselves, so, many people know me for the girl who always smiles. I
fell into a depression, which I'm still dealing with. It's getting a lot
better though. The lads' concert this year made a huge impact on my
life. I've never been so happy. It showed me that life can be good. They
showed me that caring people exist. Their music gives me so much
strength and motivation and I am so thankful for everything they do.
I'm turning my pain into power, thanks to the lads and all the
wonderful people I've met on here.
@MelindaTSQ

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R a n d o m w i n n e r o f t h e w e e k
From the artistic submissions every week I’ll randomly choose one lucky winner
who will get a small fridge magnet to remind you how great you are. I want to make it
random because I don’t like competitions. I feel strongly about this: none of you is
better than the other. If you take the time to make something that comes from your
heart, it doesn’t matter how many likes, favourites, RTs,
votes you get. Your only worry is to make something that
rings true to you. Nothing else matters.
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Congratulations, you’ve won this fridge magnet
T h a n k Y o u F o r A l l T h e S u b m i s s i o n s !
@juleerandy

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