About 5 years ago I attempted suicide, to this day I now suffer from PTSD resulting in never ending anxiety… it never stops or leaves me alone. That being said, suffering from body image and depression has always been a struggle for me, recently this summer I started cutting myself and now it seems to be the only thing that keeps me sane these days. Weird. I know. But it’s something about the pain that reminds me i’m alive and still here, it’s like a horrible reassurance that I need to remind myself everyone now and then.
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