Stories Our Scars Tell
There are still days when it all feels like too much, when I’m self-conscious and hyper-aware of the story my body tells.
Topic: self-injury
To the Quietly Courageous
It lives in the in-between moments, the ones where you’re not quite falling apart, but not yet feeling okay.
To the Ones Who Look But Never See
I’m not asking you to fix me. I’m asking you to listen.
Then I Keep Holding On To Nettles
"I have to admit what I never wanted to admit. I am addicted."
What I Want You To Know When I’m in a Crisis
I probably won’t say, “I’m in a mental health crisis right now” with some laid-out spreadsheet of exactly what I need.
I Am Not Ashamed of My Survival
The scars don't make me feel ashamed. I'm alive, I'm radically joyful.
Shifting From Guilt to Gratitude
Yes, I’ve gotten through some of the toughest moments of my life completely alone, but I don’t need to.
Painting Away The Pain
The hurricane in your mind became just a storm, then a drizzle followed by gray clouds and finally clear blue skies.
I’m Addicted to Self-Harming
I actually self-harm to “deal with” life and to keep myself alive. That might sound counterintuitive, but that’s how my brain works.
It Doesn’t Have to Hurt Anymore
Emotion, including sadness, is part of being human. Being sad doesn't have to be a bad thing.
Permission to Fail
I decided that it was okay if I failed, as long as I gave myself permission to succeed, too.
Pretty Scars
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