I tell my friends is a horrible thing to do to your body. But sometimes you have to take your own advise. I can’t say I don’t have scars around my body that I gave myself. Bcos I do.. I completely hit rockbottom last year. I hated myself. I felt worthless. I didn’t care about the repercussions of my actions, I wasn’t even thinking when I did it. I was so angry. It sounds so cliche but when I did it, I felt so much better. I swore for so long that I was okay. That it was just a phase I was going through. I stopped cutting, but I was still so depressed. There was so much going on in my life that right when I got over something, something else would happen.. I felt like no one cared about me. My parents were splitting up, & my dad had just moved out of town. Everything was falling apart in my eyes.

My best friend the next week was helping me put my bracelet on, & she saw all the cuts on my arm, & I lied to her.. I told her that my cat did it. I don’t even have a cat.. She could tell I was lying right there, I could tell. But she didn’t say anything she just hugged me.. I cried so hard on her shoulder. I couldn’t stop. But I felt so much better. & after that I never cut myself again.. My cuts heal, but the scars are still there. I can’t pretend that it didn’t happen cos those cuts will always be there. It’s a constant reminder of how I made it through the hardest experience of my life. & I could make it again.