Journey
When I was 7, I never imagined I would become like ... this.
I have been through so much. I’ve done more harm to myself than my 7 year-old-self would approve of. Now that I look back on it, self harm was something that gave me calm in the storm that was my life. Seeing that luscious red blood or that purplish bruise was somewhat better than facing the reality. It calmed my aching heart. Physical pain trumps over emotional pain.
I still think that sometimes.
I still think about self harm and ending all of this shit, but I don’t do it anymore. I realized that there are a lot of people who are worried about me. There’s a lot of people who care how I treat myself. And there are a lot of people who loves me for who I am.
A lot of people try to understand me at my worst and are willing to be there for me even when I’m being unreasonable.
And I’m thankful for that. I appreciate that.
So I learned to care a little bit for myself.












