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Trigger Warning *****************I just want to fucking die. Kill. Myself. Over and out. Straight up. Too bad I don't believe in suicide. Too bad I'd rather live in perpetual torture. Too bad death is too easy of an out for me. Too bad ED says I must live. I just want to feel. All the... Continue Reading →

Self Harm

As adept as I think I am with words I can never quite express my feelings and emotions in a practical way that helps others understand what I am experiencing. But these words, on this post, explain it exactly.

If you think I cut for attention, or to get sympathy, you are very, very wrong. Think I should just stop? Just get over it? If it were that simple I would.

Please, PLEASE, Read this post, and think about what you say and how you react the next time you find out someone cuts or self harms.

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Trigger warning.

This is probably my most serious blog to date. I am going to discuss something many of you may not have heard of, hopefully not seen, hopefully not done. But should be aware of and I want you to understand why and not to judge.

If you are going to leave any comments on this Post, and I hope you do. Supportive only please. 

I hope when you have read this, you understand more.

The first part of this post is to bring awareness to what is happening in shadows. Possibly a bit why, and to provide an understanding, hopefully to eliminate judgement.

Later in the blog, I hope to offer something to the long sleeves. I say that with compassion, not ridicule. I don’t ridicule or judge. I am empathetic, I feel what you feel.

Ok there is a lot of confusion now, I am sure.

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Educate Yourself

I received an email from Aldo Baker that brought this to my attention and as I have looked it over I thought that it would something worth my time to share.  So many people think that mental illness is strictly a thought process or problem of the mind, not a physical thing, and that is just... Continue Reading →

Scissors

Last time I cut myself? 2 days ago because my husband had to be right. Again. One bite-mark/bruise left arm right above wrist. Eight new scratches/cuts to the right arm. Same place as always. New scissors. I could feel the skin tear; hear it too. But at least the anger is gone.

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