I’ve cut my stomach so many times it looked like poultry slices. I’ve burnt my legs with cigarettes. I’ve thrown my fist back at my face and arm till it was numb. I’ve tried to hang myself, drown myself, stab myself, and break myself. But now, that has changed. It’s been 6 years, 6 horrible years and now I’ve understood that
IT GETS BETTER
Even though times seem rough and you think know you’re deep in the darkest hole, it will get better. If it doesn’t eventually then you’re not in a hole.
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Glad to hear things have gotten better for you, I realized recently that depression is a compulsive liar.