I Am Not Ashamed of My Survival
The scars don't make me feel ashamed. I'm alive, I'm radically joyful.
Topic: self-injury
The scars don't make me feel ashamed. I'm alive, I'm radically joyful.
Yes, I’ve gotten through some of the toughest moments of my life completely alone, but I don’t need to.
The hurricane in your mind became just a storm, then a drizzle followed by gray clouds and finally clear blue skies.
I actually self-harm to “deal with” life and to keep myself alive. That might sound counterintuitive, but that’s how my brain works.
Emotion, including sadness, is part of being human. Being sad doesn't have to be a bad thing.
I decided that it was okay if I failed, as long as I gave myself permission to succeed, too.
I don’t know why I can’t seem to bear this life. I don’t know why I’m still here.
We deserve to seek help without stigma from those tasked with caring for us.
You don’t deserve to be alone, and you don’t deserve to feel the pain of isolation.
It is not easy living in reality, and my mind’s ability to close the curtains on my trauma remains unmatched.
I had to convince myself I was never a freak. I was 15 and did not know how to cope.
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