“If you struggle with self-injury, you are not a ‘cutter’. You are a person. You are not only your pain. You are not only wounds and scars. You are also better things. You are possibility and promise, hope and healing, daydreams, favorite books and favorite songs. You are the people that you love and people who love you. You are hope and change and things worth fighting for. This is all your story and your story isn’t over.” -TWLOHA
I'm afraid I'll always see myself as a cutter. 157 days cut-free. It should be a part of my past now. But it's not. Now that the reality of the fact that I'm done with college is sinking in, so is the fear. Am I really going to Romania to help or am I going to run away? I'm back home and last night was bad. I looked at my scars and thought about adding more. I wanted to cut so bad, but for some reason, I didn't.
I couldn't help but wonder why people even bother with me. I'm going to see Fr. Greg on Tuesday and all I can think about is how much he's put up with from me. I wonder why he's put up with me and my friends are my friends. I wish I could see what other people see in me. People are always telling me I'm great, strong, happy, etc. Well, I don't see myself as any of those...
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