I saw this photo on Pinterest today. It made me stop scrolling. It made me freeze.
My stomach is covered in scars. Some from months ago. Some that are fresh, only hours old, that are still red, that would bleed if I touched them.
I’m laying in bed writing this post on my phone and I can feel the pain of these fresh cuts. I can feel where I took a knife and cut myself. But I can also choose to focus on that physical pain rather than the emotional chaos that is going on in my mind.
I don’t cut for attention. Very few people in my day to day life know about it. And the one person that I used to talk openly about it with, went of to college and I don’t talk with her about it anymore.
It makes me so mad when people say that people self harm for attention. Is that why people hide it? Is that why people wear long sleeves year round?
It takes so much for someone to turn to physically harming themselves. It’s not an easy thing to do. Although it may turn into a habit, it is still difficult every time.
Ive been cutting for 6 months now. It’s a habit.
A negative coping skill.
I hate that I’m able to hurt myself. I hate that I turn to self harm when I’m struggling.
This is something that is hard to talk about, and I know this post is kind of a mess. But if you self harm, know that you’re not alone.