holy shit.
fuck me.
This is my arm, all healed up without an open wound for the first time in awhile. Each scar is a part of me, and I’m not ashamed of that, but I am trying to hold strong and resist the urge to mutilate myself. The vertical scar is from a suicide attempt, and people will always be able to see that I sunk to that level just by looking at my arm.
Today marks one month free from self harm, and though the urge has been strong the past two days, I’ve held strong and can only hope that I continue to do so….
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