I'm having so much trouble leaving myself alone.

The moment will come, where you just can't take it. The temptation, the overwhelming urge to just tear it out, even if it's not lifted, or a hardened ball of scar tissues. But you'll convince yourself it is. You'll be in the shower, or fresh out, or sleeping and unconsciously find your fingers testing the spot. Before you can stop yourself, you'll be digging. Ripping it open again. Crying, screaming, pleading, bleeding.

For that moment, when it comes...And mark my words, it will come.

Tell yourself that You are Beautiful! Tell the demons, They have no power over you!
That You've won, and they've lost! Tell Them, the Demons Themselves, to go and find another poor beautiful soul to torture. For You Are Done with Them! That you're Beautiful beyond words, beyond torment, Beyond belief.

And then, my beautiful lady, you'll have truly beaten them. You'll finally be rid of this addiction.

-Kelly.👍👍🤗🤗❤️❤️😇😇🙏🙏😎

Thanks for BC.🤗❤️ I truly do know what you're up against. 😔🙏😇🤗❤️

Have you tried taking up knitting? My grandmother used to get terribly anxious when she was young, and would pick, and scratch, and tear up papers and clothes to try and ease that anxiety. She eventually started crochet and knitting, and it helped her immensely.

I hope youre doing good otherwise, and know that you are loved 💗

You can do this beautiful!