Just saw a friend's post of her scars on her wrist. It tugged on my heart strings a lot because I have been there before.
EVERYBODY lays judgement on a person who cuts themselves,"oh you just want the attention" but if you have never been there before just keep your judgement to yourself.
I know what it feels like to be so overwhelmed with emotions and feelinga and theres nothing you think you can do.
Then, the first cut you take, as you see the red lines appear and you feel the blade. Your emotions starts ebbing out of you slowly, and you feel normal again.
"The sweet release, that’s the best way I can describe it, kind of like a balloon that’s tied to a little kid’s hand, which somehow breaks free and floats into the sky. "
After the feelings of sweet release come, you see the scars. You feel the guilt and shame and then you try to hide your scars. You hide them behind plasters, long sleeves, watches, exercise bands.
I was on that unhealthy road before. Its such a vicious cycle and its really not a healthy way to deal with emotions.
Watching my friend now on the same path that I was, seem a little worrying and I pray that she will find peace and self regulation in a different way.