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That feeling in your stomach when you realize it’s really over. Your heart just sinks in all the memories, the late-night calls, and all the promises you guys made but you know what’s the worst part? Is that you don’t know if you can do it again.

Same.

I keep finding myself missing those fresh streaks of scarlet lining my arms, feeling the warmth as I watch my blood ooze from my skin. I miss the healing cuts that turn different shades of red, brown, and purple. I miss the roughness of the scabs catching the fabric of my shirts, the twinge of pain that accompanied it. The soreness the day after a relapse, the sting when I wash them in the shower. The itch when the scabs start falling off showing the fresh new scars underneath.

I miss it, and yet I hate it. I hate it so much. I’m disgusting.

hey, you

yes you

listen to me

you are worth it

you’re worth all the effort someone may have to put in

you’re worth the doctors visits and the copays

you’re worth late night phone calls and hugs when you fall apart

you’re worth whatever it takes

you’re worthy of life

i know you probably won’t believe me

but i swear to you it’s true

i love you

please please message me if you need anything

it doesn’t have to be me but reach out

someone can help

there’s always someone willing to help

and you deserve it

Never tell someone who’s been through shit that others have had it worse. That will makes them feel like their feelings, emotions, illness, experiences/trauma, etc. aren’t valid or good enough. It will make them feel like they don’t have a right to feel the way the do. You can’t compare other people’s struggles, everyone has been through different things. everyone is a different person.

Whatever you are going through, whatever you’ve been through, it’s valid. You have a right to feel the way you do. You have every right. Don’t let someone else make you feel guilty for the things that you feel or have been through.

And most importantly, don’t let yourself convince you that your feelings aren’t valid and that you have no right. Everyone struggles with their own shit, don’t compare yourself to others.

I hit an artery and that shit was apparently crazy I just woke up, but I can't move my left hand or fingers and need surgery I guess that's what I get.

I love my scars, they are part of me and my story, they are proof that I survived although it was not easy. I still have demons within me, but I hope there will come a time when I will be happy and free from it all. I'm not ashamed of my scars, I don't hide them, neither should you all either because everyone has a story they've struggled with, but it's proof that we're still here after that all. It is not others business and fuck their looks or comments.

✨this✨

Apparently it's not normal to have suicidal thoughts???? Like ever????? Apparently the average person doesn't think about killing themselves even once in their life????? What the fuck.

If you need someone to talk to, message me