Sometimes my mind screams inside of me for hours and sometimes my mind goes numb and I think of absolutely nothing. I can never think of just positive things or one thing at a time. There’s no in-between…… I’m either a terrible explosive mess or a person who shuts down completely and I hate it.
When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits - anything that kept me small. My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.
It was strange how your brain could know what your heart refused to accept.
it doesn’t matter if you have
- one cut
- ten cuts
- one hundred cuts
- deep cuts
- thin cuts
- any cuts
if someone is hurting enough to take a blade to their skin do not fucking criticize them or yell at them.