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Brunt

3 months. 12 days.

by Charlotte 5/9/2013

written by Charlotte

first off, i just want to say that this may be provoking. sorry.

i have brunt myself, i have severly bruised myself, i have aerosol bruised myself. but i havent cut in over 3 months.

i used to be almost happy about my cuts. sometimes i would look in the mirror and smile at my pale thighs covered in red slashes , but other times i would stay up for hours at night crying into my pillow wishing they would dissapear. now im neither. the scars are starting to fade, but i know that i will have a constant reminder of my type of addiction

it feel like […]

5/9/2013 0 comment

by not_sylv 4/10/2013

written by not_sylv

I’ve always been aware that I’m not good enough for anything I want – friends who don’t treat me as an inferior, mainly, I went through all my life getting that from everyone I liked (and worse shit on top of it) – but eventually I made myself take the advice from people on the internet that I am good enough and to not let people walk all over me. That “self-esteem comes from within.” And I ended up becoming an asshole for two and a half years when aside from that I’ve always been a major softie… and the last person I made friends […]

4/10/2013 1 comment

the Symptom Bearer

by the Guardian 4/28/2012

written by the Guardian

the Symptom Bearer

he sat angrily in his room, alone. He could hear them all talking downstairs. He knew they were all talking about him, it was always him!
Always your fault they chided him, you ruin everything.
In his family of 2 sisters and 2 brothers he was always the one in trouble, poor marks in school, always at the doctor, always in trouble somehow.
He was the Symptom Bearer.
Families are complex groups called systems. Even the simplest one parent one child family has a family system. A family system is made up of the unspoken rules and secrets of each family. Your family […]

4/28/2012 2 comments

Venting

by Madison314 3/26/2012

written by Madison314

I am a 22 year old male currently considering suicide. I have depression, as well as a bout of terrible luck. But I can’t die yet. Not until I’ve at least gotten to spill my guts somewhere. So I’m doing this as an experiment. I can’t vent to anyone in my close circle of friends, because I have constructed such an elaborate facade, I’m not sure if they’d even take it seriously. So I figure doing so anonymously will be just as cathartic.

My parents got divorced when I was four. It is the first memory I have. It was not a pleasant divorce, to say […]

3/26/2012 1 comment