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It Was the Best of Times

It was the worst of times.

I don't know why I turned to it... There were so many options that seemed like a better route to go down. I still remember the first time, my hand was shaking so badly it took me forever to even begin.

I remember (it's impossible to forget), I took my anger and disgust out mainly on my stomach and hips. Although the scars disgusted me (still do to this day) and made me feel worse I couldn't help it. I kept going and that sense of release left me feeling like it helped me every time I did it.

I started 2 years ago and the last time was 3 months ago. The fresh scars are still light and very obvious but I think I'm okay now.

Although I'm not as happy as I once was. I'm definitely on the road. I don't need any more scars to add to my collection.

Ells Ells 18-21, F 1 Response Aug 28, 2008

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Wow!

I hope I get to a year.

I know it's a part of me, but I guess it's a part I don't miss, I just acknowledge.



Congratulations.