11 years.
132 months.
4,015 days.
10th October 2007 was the last time I cut myself, but it wasn’t the last time I would feel the need to.
I still fight the urges on an almost daily basis, I take each day as it comes and have been doing so ever since... I just never realised that I could look back and see those days added up.
In the past year alone I’ve been traumatised by what I realised to be a horribly abusive and manipulative relationship; leaving this led to a loss of friends, I’ve attempted to take my own life twice, I’ve been through a termination, and a whole host of tinier disasters. I’ve only managed to get through this because I’ve had precious people there to listen to me. Please, on this year’s World Mental Health Day, talk to someone you trust if you feel yourself struggling. Go to your GP... support is in your life somewhere.
On the flip side, if you feel someone you know has become distant or doesn’t seem like themselves, ask them if they’re ok... it could literally save their life.
Take each day at your own pace, remember to breathe, and remember to look after yourself. You are worthy ♥️