In September of 2015, my long time girlfriend and I split up. She meant the world to me... She was my everything. And although it was for the better it crushed me. We stayed friends after, little did she know that THAT was when my cutting got to it's worst. One day I ran completely out of room on both of my arms and legs, and when my best friend saw them she burst into tears. Her and a bunch of my other friends sat me down and talked to me. I realized how many people I was hurting and knew this had to end now. So I stopped cold turkey. I will admit that I have slipped up once or twice, but I resist it every day of my life. I am a fighter. My scars make me who I am today. Although the recovery is long and difficult, it can be done. My advice to you is stay busy. I sing, dance, work, draw, write, and cook. I am never NOT busy.
But, most importantly, in order to recover you need to learn to love yourself. Sadness is only temporary, and your life has only just begun. IT GET'S BETTER!!! Just keep your head up and know that no matter how lonely you feel there is always someone around you who loves you and that you only have one life -- live it to the fullest!!! Good luck, beautiful people. ;)
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My Self Harm Story...
Документальная прозаSo this is only going to be a four part story - the first chapter a narration of an actual moment that I broke down. The second my definition of self harm and how I feel about it. The third the addiction and how strong it was. And the forth my recov...