Anyone have any idea what this even means? What does that mean I am? Eh?
La la la la. Die die die. Cutcutcut. Od.od.od.
Neverending cycle.
Never going to leave me be,peace.
Bad day,too.
Life sucks,ha.
I’m anti self harm glorification. I admit, I post pictures of my self harm, but not to glorify it, to make people see the seriousness and the ugly reality of self harm. I do follow blogs that post pictures of self harm and such, and a few blogs I’ve seen people act like self harm is beautiful and wonderful, it makes me frustrated but I know that they are in pain and are unwell and just need to be pointed in the right direction and to see what the reality is really like.
I’m currently not recovering, I’m just trying to get through each day right now. So, I wouldn’t say I’m recovering. More… surviving.
xx
Are you thinking about suicide?
Thinking about how, if you killed yourself, nobody would care?
Think again.
If you kill yourself you will change somebodies world.
That’s right.
They will see everything differently.
Just hearing your name will burn their mind with memories. They won’t be able to go near where you lived, even your town will hold memories. Listening to the radio they’ll hear that song, remember, that song you sang with them once? They’ll step past your locker every day and wonder why you are not there. Why are you not there?
Do you want to be responsible for your family members, the people who love you, crying every night? For your sisters or brothers losing part of who they are?
Your suicide is going to effect most deeply those who care about you most.
That’s not right.
One of your friends may break down, and just like you, their world will be dark.
The pain you are in is awful, but why pass it on to hundreds of people around you, when you could try your hardest to work through it?
Your family will be paranoid. Suddenly everyone will be talking about them.
Do you want to be known as ‘the kid who killed themselves’?
People you never knew will be crying when they hear what you’ve done.
Yes, they will be affected.
Everyone around you will stop and think “was there something i could have done?”
Suddenly the people of your world are dying with guilt.
All those little hints you gave, they’ll remember them.
Oh yes, and it will torture them all the time.
Your friends will think of suicide. Your closest friends are likely to go into a depression like the one that claimed your life.
How will they cope, without you?
This will break them, for the rest of their lives.
And lets not forget the people who will plan your funeral. Your closest friends and family picking out songs for you, photos of you. Crying all the night before, and all the day of your funeral. And all the night after.
In fact, they will cry now more than you ever did.
Could they have saved you?
They’ll be angry. Oh yes. Why didn’t you tell them? They loved you. And now it’s too late. They’ll be angry with you because they know, they know you could have gotten through it.
Then they’ll be angry with themselves because they may have been able to save you if only they knew.
And one day, one day years from now, they’ll remember you.
They will all still remember you.
The girl that sat up the front of your class; she’ll remember you.
The bus driver you saw every morning; he’ll remember you.
That little girl you sat with on the bus once, the kid you leant money to at the shop, all your siblings friends, the people that you don’t see, but that see you everyday, they will all remember you.
And every single one of them will wonder; why?
But imagine your family. You are part of them. Without you, something is missing. If you killed yourself then part of them dies too. They are incomplete. Every family gathering will be missing something. The photos on the wall are suddenly all cold reminders of what you did.
Who goes through your bedroom? Who cleans out your locker? Who calls the school to tell them one of their students has died? Who tells the students? Who calls the funeral directors? Who arranges a coffin for you? Who calls your best friend to tell them you’re dead? Who finds you?
Please, there are other ways out.
I know sometimes the struggle is very, very hard, but it’s not worth giving up on life.
Life is all we have, life is everything.
Its the beautiful moments, and the sad ones.
Please, don’t give up on all those around you.
You can make it through.
Please, keep fighting.
You can get through this and see that there is life after what you’re facing now.
It may be hard, but you’ll get there, and when you do you will appreciate it so much more.
I understand that most people know that suicide effects others, but please keep this in mind if you’re ever feeling so low.
Give people the chance to help you.
You are ending a temporary problem with a permanent solution.
You’re worth it, I love you, I need you here, you’re beautiful.
Keep your head up, you deserve the best.
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You’re sitting at your desk, and you know it’s time to go.
You’ve said that to yourself over a million times, but this time you know, for sure, is real.
You’re tired… you’re just so very tired.
You’re parents pissed you off, like school wasn’t bad enough today.
You go to get the rope, or the knife, or the gun or whatever you choose to use because you’re that desperate.
You’re ready.
You think of it as some game… the first one dead is the one who wins.
No ones home, it’s the perfect time.
You’re ready.
If you don’t do it, you’re gonna look down on yourself even more forever.
You’re just going to hate yourself even more.
No one knows, no one will know… until tomorrow.
Instead of getting a paper and a pen, you get the video camera out, along with a chair.
You’re standing on the chair.
You decided to go with the rope… you’re gone instantly and there will be no noise.
One side of the rope is tied to the top of your fan and the other is already around your neck.
You’re in tears, you know it’s for real this time.
You turn on the video camera and just stare at the red light blinking upon your eyes.
You start to mumble out a few words.
“Mum and dad, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m sorry, but I’m sorry. I can’t do this any more. Please don’t blame yourself, please. I love you both, and tell my siblings the same. I’ll see you all soon.”
You say sorry to your best friend because you know you won’t be there for him any more when he needs you more than ever.
You say sorry to everyone you could think of… even yourself.
You’re sorry for not being strong any more.
You’re sorry for breaking down.
You’re sorry for putting them through so much pain in their life.
You stare, once again, at the red light blinking upon your eyes.
One foot is off the chair now as you begin to mouth the word goodbye.
You have the remote control to turn off the camera in your hand. You clicked the off button and as soon as you see that light go off, you go off.
Both feet are now off the chair… the chair is on the floor… the room is filled with silence.
You’re dead.
You’re gone.
There is no going back.
Everything is over.
You don’t have to live in pain any more… but everyone else will.
What are your parents going to think? What about your little brother, or little sister? What are they going to do?
You’re gone. You’re dead. There is no going back.
You ended your life because the person of your dreams only thinks of you as friends.
You ended your life because that one teacher was harder on you than anyone else in the class because she knows you’re the only one that is going somewhere in life.
Your parents are home. They call your name telling you their home, just like they normally do when they get home…. but somethings different. You don’t answer. They get worried… you always answer.
They come upstairs thinking your sleeping or showering.
Your mum opens your bedroom door and screams at the top of her lungs.
She instantly passes out.
Now your little brother comes up after her.
He screams “DADDY HELP!!!!”
He runs over to you hitting your leg begging you to wake up. “WAKE UP, WAKE UP. PLEASE STOP WAKE UP”.
But you don’t answer, you’re not waking up.
You’re gone. You’re dead. There is no going back.
Your dad comes running upstairs and all he could do is stare. He watches his baby girl swing back and forth on a rope. He sees the video camera and he sees the chair. But he doesn’t move. He’s stiff as a board.
He cries… Your dad NEVER cries.
He picks up the phone and calls 911.
He can barely get the words
“My daughter committed suicide” out of his mouth.
Your little sister stares at your dad.
Your dad hangs up and your little sister jumps into your dad’s arms, crying harder than ever.
She’s too young to understand completely, but she knows you’re gone.
You’re dead. There is no going back. Everything is over.
The cops finally arrive.
They push your dad and sister out of your room and sit them in the living room. They take your body down off the ropes and lay you on the stretcher.
They cover your body and out you go… just like that.
You’re gone. You’re dead. There’s no going back.
Nothing is the same.
Two weeks have passed and your mum still stares out the window more than half of the day.
Your little sister still hasn’t returned to school.
Your dad is forced to go to work so he can pay all the bills for your wake and funeral.
Eventually, they found to strength to go into your room.
Your door hasn’t been open for months.
The rope is still laying on the floor and the video camera is still sitting on the table.
They don’t even dare to watch the video, it will never be seen.
They slowly pick up the rope and throw it in the garbage.
Chills run up their spine, your mum basically in tears.
They brush off your bed, making it neat… like they used to do every morning after you went to school.
Your bed was made and your room was clean.
They shut the door, and it remained shut.
Your school is still in distress.
You thought no one cared and you thought no one noticed you.
The girl that said no to being your lab partner, yeah she cuts every single night now because she thinks it’s her fault you died.
The boy that tripped you by accident and didn’t say sorry, yeah he’s in suicidal therapy 5 days a week in a hospital because he feels a smile could of saved your life and he didn’t give that to you.
The teacher that was hard on you that day, she quit her job because she felt she wasn’t suited to teach any more.
You’re gone. You’re dead. There’s no going back.
4 years have passed.
Your little sister is now 15 years old.
She started a club in her school dedicated to you.
“Secrets” is what he calls it.
The club is formed for kids to speak their hearts, without anyone judging them. They can say anything they want to, and talk about anything they needed to. If they were suicidal, they always had someone.
That was your problem. You didn’t want to talk to anyone. You had everything bottled up inside of you. You acted as if you were the happiest kid on the planet and you had the perfect life. You played that character so well that even you started to believe it. You would be so “happy” and as soon as you layed in bed at night, the thoughts came back.
A little fight between you and your parents could have set you off.
But with everything inside of you bottled up for years, it hit your limits.
You’re gone. You’re dead. There’s no going back.
Your room will never be occupied.
Your mum still cries every single night.
Your dad isn’t as strong as he used to be.
Your little sister will never grow up with you by her side moving her in the right direction.
Your best friend is still torn up.
Your school now has a club dedicated to you so teens will not make the same mistake you did.
Your life was precious and you took it away in the blink of an eye.
All you needed was a smile, that’s all you needed.
But since you’re gone, just know people cared.
People always have cared.
You were just way too upset to see that.
You were just too caught up in the fact that you thought no one cared… when the truth was, more people cared about you that you ever thought they would.
Your town will never be the same.
A girl is gone, a special girl who thought no one cared.
Everyone cared.
I promise you.
They care, they always have cared.
We loved you, and no matter what, we will still always love you.
Before you self harm in any way, you should probably know what you’re getting into.
Before you make that cut, please keep in mind that you will find the pain release and blood strangely addictive.
You may think to yourself that you’ll be able to control it, that you won’t let it get out of hand.
You may think that you can just stick to a few small, shallow cuts here and there that won’t be deep and that will heal quickly and easily.
But you’re wrong.
You can’t control it, it’s impossible to control. It controls you. It’s an addiction.
The cuts will get deeper, they’ll scar. They’ll take weeks to months to heal and years for the scars to actually begin to fade.
You’ll find that soon, you depend on it. You can’t go more than a few days without cutting. You’ll go crazy as your skin itches and burns, your hands shake, your head pounds, your vision goes blurry as you try to keep your mind off of it, try to hold back from giving in. But you will.
If you think you can limit the cuts to just one area of your body, you better think again. It’ll spread slowly but steadily, like a deadly virus. It’ll spread as you run out of skin, from your wrists to arms, past your elbows, up your shoulders down to your stomach, across your hips and waist and soon will cover your every inch of your legs right down to your ankles.
I hope you’re prepared to withdraw from others and live in a constant state of shame and guilt. Even if you have been the most honest person to ever live, you will lie to your friends, family members, everyone around you who you care about.
You’ll find yourself jerking back from the touch of someone, as if their fingers and hands have been bathed in a toxic, burning poison. You’ll be terrified that they will feel a scar or cut from beneath the fabric of your shirt or because it just plain hurts so much to simply be touched.
Be prepared to become your own worst enemy. You’ll fear yourself, your head, the urges that taunt you every minute of every day. You’ll come to fear the next time you cut because you don’t know how bad it’ll be.
Wait for the 10 cuts to turn into 20 then 50 then 100. You’ll be covered in scars and cuts.
Your entire life will begin to revolve around your addiction. You’ll constantly be thinking about cutting, covering up your cuts, how you’ll hide your blades, scissors, bobby pins and the other objects you use to destroy your body.
And then..the first time that you cut “too deep.” The bleeding won’t stop and you’re gasping, shaking, panicking, fear takes over you. You pray and hope that the bleeding will stop. Your purpose wasn’t to die, you won’t ever go that deep again. Right? Wrong. You’ll go there again, and deeper.
But don’t worry. You’ll learn how to take care of your cuts so you don’t have to take a trip to the hospital every night. The better you get at treating your wounds, the worse they become.
You’ll lie to yourself and try to justify it when you go to the pharmacy and drug store, finding yourself spending 20, 30, 40 dollars on dressings, gauze, alcohol wipes and sterile strips.
You’ll tap your foot impatiently, hoping that no one stares and asks you why you’re buying all of these things. But at the same time..you hope someone asks, so you know they care.
Be prepared to spend even more money on an entire new wardrobe. Long sleeved shirts, hoodies, long pants, boots, bracelets, wristbands. The list goes on forever.
You’ll keep scanning other people’s bodies for signs of self harm, hoping that there is someone else out there who feels the same way you do. Hoping, praying that they will be like you. But that’ll never happen. You’ll see clean, uncut, unmarred arms and feel even more alone and ashamed than before.
You’ll do a lot of things alone, be prepared to kiss your social life goodbye. You’ll always be doing your laundry, always in private so no one sees the blood stained towels and clothes. You’ll be spending hours scrubbing blood from the bathroom floor, and wiping dried blood off of your keyboard.
You won’t be able to make it a day without cutting. You’ll carry an emergency kit in your wallet or purse. A key, safety pin, a needle, a paperclip, even a pencil. Everything around you will become a weapon. It doesn’t matter what it is, as long as it gives you that feeling that sends you reeling.
Next thing you know, you’re in the bathroom stall at your school or work, picking open the scab of an old cut with a needle.
Say goodbye to all of the things you took for granted. Shorts, sandals, tank tops, swimming in the summer, going to the beach. All of these things will be a far off memory.
I hope you like itching and scratching non stop. You will itch and itch and itch. It’ll be so much that it’ll look like you have some sort of flesh eating disease.
You will become an expert on your body as you carefully destroy it, taking it apart piece by piece.
You will dream of cutting, dreaming of getting caught. It will haunt you day and night, in your dreams and when you are awake. Cutting will take over your life. It now has it’s hold over you, it controls you.
You’ll hate yourself, hate yourself for making that first cut that threw you into this vicious, neverending cycle.
You’ll wish you never made that first cut.
You’ll wish you had read something like this, or that someone had told you what would happen.
But as much as you hate your addiction and self harm, you love it and can’t live without it. You’d rather die than go just a few weeks without cutting.
Now, I’ll tell you what the title pertains to.
How to self harm.
Here is where I tell you how to successfully hurt yourself.
Put down the blade.
Put down the pair of scissors.
Put down the knife.
Put down the needle, safety pin or paper clip.
Because you are so much better than this.
And believe me, you don’t want to get involved with the monster of SH.
List 5 characteristics that you like about yourself.
Let’s try and love ourselves some more, try and think of something you love about yourself, your personality, your looks, anything.
Just to remind yourself of the things you LIKE/LOVE, not HATE.
1. My eyes.
2. How I love to help others.
3. My hair - when it’s all nice and done up.
4. How I seem to be really creative, which is always a plus!
5. How stubborn I am - which can be used for positive things like fighting back against my mind and being determined to keep fighting back, rather than negative things.
Go for it, guys.
Love yourselves.
Think of anything about yourself that you like, if only a little bit. It can be anything!
Spread the love for ourselves, not the hate. :)
xxxxx
1. It’s all in your head. You need to think positive.
While optimism is certainly important in training the brain, it doesn’t take away the fact that they have an illness and they are still struggling and hurting. Sometimes all people need is support, and comfort, and love. Not to be told it’s all in your head and to just think happy thoughts! Not as simple nor as easy as that. If it were, it would be amazing and there wouldn’t be anyone who suffers with mental health problems.
2. You need to get out of yourself and give back to the community.
This is one that certainly made bad things worse. Because now, in addition to feeling severely depressed, a person also feels guilty and self-absorbed. Yes, giving back is important, but only when a person is healthy enough to hold a ladle at a soup kitchen.
3. Why don’t you try and exercise?
This is good advice. Exercise has strong antidepressant effects. However telling someone that they need to exercise is a little like telling someone their butt looks fat in those jeans. You need to hint at it, but not put it directly on the table, or else the person may very well take up kick-boxing and practice with you.
4. Shop at Whole Foods and you will feel better.
I resent you telling me that my Frosted Flakes is what’s causing power outage in the left frontal lobe of my brain.
5. Meditation and yoga are all you need.
Correction: meditation and yoga may be all that people experiencing mild and moderate depression need. Both are important tools to reduce depression. However, acute anxiety and severe depression are different animals altogether.
6. Get a new job.
Maybe the job is making your loved one depressed. Stress is never a good thing for our health, and especially our emotional health. It pours toxins into our bloodstream. But don’t encourage a major decision while the person is depressed. A balanced perspective is needed.
7. Are you happy in your relationship?
Again, relationship problems might certainly be triggering the depression, but I’ve talked to too many people who almost left their husbands and wives when they were clinically depressed, thinking that something around them must be the problem. Since a spouse is the closest thing, he or she gets blamed when in reality, this isn’t the case at all.
8. You have everything you need to get better.
This may make the person feel guilty and perhaps even ungrateful. But, Guess what? Some forms of modern medicine actually aid recovery! Seriously! Kind of like chemotherapy for cancer patients, and insulin for diabetes. Would you tell a woman with breast cancer she has everything she needs to get better? No. I didn’t think so.
9. Do you WANT to feel better?
This was my very favorite. Because it suggests that we can will ourselves to be as happy as we want. Want to be a little more giddy? Let me just adjust the optimism lever a tad. There we go … happy again! Again, I do think you need to watch your thoughts, retrain them and retrain them, applying tools for optimism. But I don’t think we can pull ourselves up by our bootstraps without any help. Please don’t make the person feel like a failure in addition to depressed.
10. Everyone has problems.
Some people absolutely do have problems, and maybe even have it worse. But that doesn’t make this persons pain any less real or profound. Chances are if you do bring it up, they will also feel weak and pathetic … like they have no right to feel the way they are feeling, which will, of course, make them feel worse.
1. But you eat!
Of course they do. They have to or they would die, very quickly. It doesn’t matter if you saw your friend eating a chocolate bar two weeks ago, or they eat something at lunch every day: they can still have a serious problem. They might calorie count, purge, only eat ‘safe’ foods, restrict what they eat: but they will still eat something, sometimes.
2. But you have a great figure! (especially when said to an underweight person)
Society has managed to twist everybody’s eyes to the point where underweight or ill looks normal or desirable. If somebody ever says ‘I’m Xlbs underweight’ and you reply with this, that’s telling them ‘there’s nothing wrong with you’. We hear it as ‘if you gain anymore, you’ll lose that figure and be fat’.
3. But you aren’t thin?
Eating disordered patients are not always underweight. A diagnosis of anorexia has a weight requirement at the moment, yes- but being 5lbs underweight isn’t always obvious. Unless somebody is very underweight, it can be difficult to tell. That isn’t even the point- severity is not the same as weight. A person can be very ill with an eating disorder and be normal or overweight. Not to mention that actually telling a sufferer that they aren’t thin is often heard as ‘you’re fat’. Plain and simple.
4. Just eat [X] and avoid [Y] and you’ll be fine.
This tends to be the ‘just eat a healthy diet and you won’t get fat!’ type thing. It’s more than a diet. It’s not like a sufferer can just ‘snap out of it’. Advising a healthy eating routine is sweet, but it’s a little like showing a person with cleanliness based OCD a light cleaning routine. The second part gets its whole own entry-
5. Avoid [Y].
On stories about treatment, people are always asking ‘well why are they feeding them pizza and things? Can’t they have grilled fish and vegetables? It’s healthier!’ It’s healthier in that it has may have nutrients, sure. But you’re mixing up ‘good for weight loss’ with ‘healthy’, as many people do. Low calorie foods are hard to gain weight on- not to mention that learning to eat all foods is very important in recovery. If I somehow managed to gain weight on lean meat and salads but couldn’t consider chips without a breakdown, I wouldn’t be recovered or healthy.
6. Just snap out of it!
If we could do this, none of us would have a problem.
7. Let me tell you about my diet-
Not only is this boring (sorry, it’s true), it’s very triggering. If you enthuse about how you feel sooo much better and happier and you’ve lost 8lbs since you cut out bread, I’m going to think about the toast I ate this morning and feel like crying. You may be in a very different place from me- you might genuinely need to lose some weight. But I’m not in a place where I can make that distinction right now: if you talk about how you never eat carbs, I’ll think ‘clearly I don’t need to either’- which isn’t true.
8. Wow, you ate a lot at that meal! Well done!
I’ve heard this used to mean ‘you tried hard, well done’. It’s a sweet sentiment, but all I hear from that sentence is ‘wow, you ate a lot’. And I tend to hear ‘a lot’ as ‘too much’. It’s better to just say to someone that they did well, and you’re proud of them, and that it is okay to have eaten, and kind of giving them permission to eat could be helpful, too.
9. Why don’t you just go out for a run if you feel fat?
You can see the logic- anxious over being unhealthy/overeating could be answered with healthy activities like exercise. But exercising whenever you eat is unhealthy. It’s very unhealthy. Doing actions purely to burn off calories is purging, and that’s not a habit any of us need.
10. Oh, I had a friend with an eating disorder! Yeah, she got down to XXlbs and was in hospital for months, it was awful, she didn’t eat for days on end…
We’re competitive. We shouldn’t be; but we are. If you stand there and tell me about how thin your friend was, I think ‘well, she was really sick. I’m nothing like that, I can’t be sick!’ I feel ashamed and upset and- yes, jealous because she did “better” than me. If you’ve come to identify yourself purely as your your disorder, as many people do, hearing this is like hearing ‘you aren’t good enough’.
01. Don’t ask them why. If they want you to know why, they will tell you. Most of the time they don’t even know why.
02. Sometimes they just need to tell someone, because they fucking need to.
03. Never talk about him/her behind their back. They will find out and they will be pissed. They prefer you to speak directly to them.
04. If you ask them to never self-harm again, and they say “okay”, they’re lying.
05. Never ask them to never self-harm again.
06. Don’t try and understand why they do it. You’re wasting your time.
07. If you don’t know what to do, just ask them “Are you [insert appropriate form of harm here]? Do you need to talk about it?”
08. Get over your own insecurities about worrying if they’ll hate you for asking.
09. Asking shows concern. Not asking shows negligence and an “I really couldn’t care less” attitude.
10. Telling a teacher/parent/counsellor/other friend before talking to the person in question shows “I can’t be fucked working up the courage to ask them myself”. But it’s better than #09.
11. Offering suggestions of other means of coping is pointless.
12. Tell them that you’re there for them. No matter what. And you never judge. And you will always listen. And you will always just be there. And sometimes you never have to say a word at all. Sometimes they don’t want you to say anything.
13. It does not mean they love or enjoy pain.
14. It gives them the right to make fun of themselves/other self harmers.
15. Depending on the situation, it does not give you the right to.
16. Classifying them as “emo” only reduces yourself to an illinformed bitch who believes you’re God’s gift.
17. It is not always a case of attention-seeking. A lot of the time it isn’t.
18. Self harm is a way of coping with emotions. While most people might cry and scream and rant and rage, self-harmers generally don’t express those sorts of emotions openly, and bottle them inside. The only way they know that works of releasing them is by inflicting pain on themselves. Hence the NOT ATTENTION SEEKING.
19. If they wanted attention they would go slit their wrists in the toilets at school and walk out with their clothes soaking in blood, collapse in the middle of the school grounds, and wail.
20. Other people self harm because they’re so emotionally numb on the inside, they need the pain to remind themselves that they’re alive.
21. Others hurt themselves because they believe they deserve it.
22. There are 39846324956234986487562387456238475123518746459865 other reasons for self harm.
23. There is not one direct cause. There is usually a trigger. A trigger may be a picture of a cut. That will get them thinking of cuts. That will get them into the mindset of cutting. And inevitably, they will want to cut.
24. Other triggers include any form of high negative emotion.
25. There is a difference between cutting for release and cutting for addiction.
26. Addiction-cutting is when you used to cut because you needed it, and now you cut because you can’t stop. You have no way of controlling the emotions without cutting. So you cut when you’re angry, sad, depressed, etc. It works. Temporarily. So when the same emotion comes up, they do it again. Only this time it doesn’t work as well. So they do it harder. And etc.
27. They know they shouldn’t do it, it’s no use telling them that.
28. Some of them like their scars, some of them hate them. Some are proud of them, some are ashamed. Just because one likes them and the other doesn’t, does not mean that the one who likes them is “okay” with what they do.
29. The need and want to self-harm rarely goes away.
30. Ask them questions about what they do. If they don’t want to talk about it – don’t push it. But if they do want to talk about it – keep asking questions. Don’t let them do all the talking. Ask questions. Questions are caring. Questions show them that you love them enough to want to know what they do, so you can understand and be there for them as best as you can.
I fucking hate, I repeat HATE when people glorify self-mutilation and post it all over Tumblr like people actually give two shits. There is nothing within rhyme or reason to justify showing it off like it’s something to be fucking proud of. It’s your outlet? Write a poem. Make a blog post about…
Just went to hospital for my leg again.
They said it’s going to take a long time to heal.&from the looks of things, I’ll need weekly appts to keep an eye on it & redress it etc.
I need to leave it alone, or, well… you know what will happen.
It’s getting more and more difficult to leave it be.
I’ve left it alone since I went to the hospital last week, but… it feels near impossible to keep this up.
It feels inevitable that I’ll harm myself again.
It’s fucking suffocating.
Heh, thank you so much lovely. You take care, too. I’m here for you always as well. xxx