Therapy was quite difficult today but okay. Been revising since I got in. Stopped now. Also had an ice cream from the ice...
You understand what it is to be a cutter.
You understand that it’s not for attention.
You understand that it’s a release.
You understand that the aim isn’t death.
You understand that feeling pain is easier than feeling numb or broken.
You understand that emotions can choke you.
Reblog if you’re not:
disgusted, horrified or look down on cutters.
Reblog if you really, truly, understand.
And know that recovery is so worth it.
A month ago I relapsed and slid pretty far backwards for a few weeks.
But it’s been a few weeks since I pulled myself back out it. No one else. Nothing else. Just my own sheer determination and inner strength.
My arms and legs are healed. My scars are starting to fade with home remedies.
I stopped taking my medication.
And I feel amazing. I feel happy. I feel alive.
Sit in the stars, dreaming of the ground
Where people waltz on broken shards of glass
Painting the world with colors of their lives, it’s beautiful.
Float by the moon, plucking out the threads
That hold me in one cohesive piece
Tapestries form in the vast empty sky, it’s beautiful.
They lived in paper homes and gray-scale towns
Crying for life in color all around
I showed them how to bleed it from their veins, it’s beautiful.
Laughter and song permeates the air
Gathered in throes, their colors mix and share
To all create a mural of their lives, it’s beautiful.
Now my own hues dance before my eyes
Reminding me of the time I shared my life
Giving away my colors, for my life was beautiful.
Beauty ran out and sadness took its place
I snipped the strings, deciding my own fate
Soaring the skies, I see the whole earth’s life—it’s beautiful.
It’s beautiful, beautiful.