Bloop.

I know I’ve posted quite a few things on here, and they aren’t exactly like most things that people post up. Some of  you may think that I’m on drugs or something, because I tend to be too positive (if there is such a thing!), it’s just that I know what it’s like battling your personal demons. I started cutting 6 years ago, and some days I just want to end it all.
I know how it feels like to hate everything that you are. Changing yourself completely to make others like you. Changing so much that when you look in the mirror you can’t even recognize who you are; hating the person who’s staring back at you.
I was physically abused ever since I can remember, and well….  my mom hates me because I didn’t want to take the abuse from my father any longer. I resorted to cutting, because I thought no one could comprehend all of the thing’s I was feeling. My mom and I used to be close, but since she found out about my cutting, she treats me like I’m some animal.
I was there with her through he cancer treatments, her absent husband, and all the feelings of abandonment when my father refused to acknowledge the existence of his family when my mother was suffering.
I didn’t ask anything in return, but for her to try and be empathetic. Instead, she isolated me and constantly makes my life difficult. It’s not easy trying to  heal your wounds when everybody around you is picking off the scabs. It scars you. A lot of times life gets too dark and I  can’t see my way out, but I remember that if I can get through this, anyone can. You guys are my rays of sunshine. Life is beautiful, and every day the view just gets better and better. You’re amazing.
If you need someone to talk to:
aimee.m.zavala@gmail.com
If you want to read on how I’m doing:
insideofamisfot.tumblr.com