I Am a Warrior

there is a photo of the day these scars were made & there’s one that I took today. two years ago today I was in the darkest place of my life. Just got out of an sexually abused relationship, my brother just passed away, and my mom kicked me out. I felt no love. I had nothing or nobody to turn to. To say the least I was completely in a dark hole that I couldn’t seem to get out of. I hurt myself because other people did it. I thought since other people found amusement in assaulting and hitting me, I would find amusement in cutting razor blades through my skin too. The point of this is to show that scars are FOREVER you can’t see them that well in this photo but they will forever be there. They are a reminder EVERY DAY of what you did to yourself. I promise you it isn’t worth it. No matter what the circumstance hurting your precious skin is not worth it. Things will get better, some how & some day. Just 2 short years ago I couldn’t even get out of bed, I couldn’t function around others and I simply wasn’t human. I’m not saying my life isn’t perfect or that I am. FAR FROM IT! But things will get better over time and you will heal from the darkness you are in. You will sprout from the evil and you will grow from the hatred. Always remember that you’re skin isn’t far too valuable for a razor blade to touch it. Don’t give in. Ever. It. Isn’t. Worth. It. You will regret it over time, how will I ever explain these scars to my perfect little innocent daughter when she asks mommy why I have so many scars? It isn’t worth it. I promise. Don’t do it. Talk to someone. Put that blade down. Get help. It is never too late.