This is a self harm blog. I created it because I needed somewhere to rant about how I'm feeling and also to show the ugly side of self injury. This isn't an advice blog, i'm dealing with a lot right now and I can't help others. I just want to say that the decision to quit comes from within and I do encourage that you seek professional help.
I have recently been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I have been suffering for years but have only just reached out for help. I was so suicidal that I was afraid I was going to actually do it so I ended up in the hospital for a week.
Now the medication is finally working and I've been a lot happier.
I have another tumblr. A nicer normal one where I post my art and stuff. Message me and I'll be happy to give it to you.
If anything here is triggering I'm very sorry. I'm not trying for it to be.
Also, if you know me in real life, I'd really rather you didn't read any of this. Please.
Clean: six weeks
Longest clean streak: three years
Longest clean streak recently:six weeks
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I haven’t cut in over four months.
And for the first time in five years I feel like I probably will never cut again. Unfortunately I’m left with a disfigured wrist that I will always have to hide. It’s not fair that I have to wear the marks of my depression on my body for the rest of my life.
Sorry I don’t update this blog anymore, I just haven’t felt up to it.
Im three months clean from cutting and the thoughts are finally starting to leave me alone.
I hope you don’t miss me because, lets face it, this is a dumb blog.
Freaking out about the future.
What else is new.
Secret:
I kind of want to relapse.
Everyday that I’m clean makes the urge stronger.
For the last few weeks I’ve wanted to cut so fucking bad…
But for some reason I’m still clean.
Bracelet marks. They are so uncomfortable but you gotta do what you gotta do when you have as many scars as I do.
The amount of pills I take in a week for bipolar disorder alone. Yes, I take other pills too.
