Sometimes I wonder how long I’m going to let my scars define me. I try to believe that I’m more than a recovering self-injurer, but tonight, I don’t feel like more than that. I haven’t cut in 31 days, which for me, is a really long time. I have no open wounds - only scars. The scars on my legs are pretty bad. I did a lot of damage. It makes me wonder if any man will ever love me. I'm actually thinking about getting tattoos on both of my legs over my scars when I've been clean for 6 months. We'll see if I can actually make it that long. One leg would say "He heals the brokenhearted" and the other leg would say "And binds up their wounds." That is Psalm 147:3, the verse that has given me more hope than anything in the last 3 years.
I need my heart to heal and for God to give me the grace to that I might be able to forgive myself for scarring up what He gave me.
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