How did it ever get to the point where you wanted to physically harm yourself? A question repeatedly asked, eyes gazing at my scars, judged from the age of 14.
It was never the questions of; what happened? Are you okay? Whats wrong?… Just simply what brought you to that point? Honestly i think that has to be the worst part of my scars. The attention they draw when i really don’t want it.
After months of turmoil and repressed memories surfacing. My depression began to win every battle, my anxiety peaked, my PTSD screamed. After months of battling it all, i didn’t want life. I wanted peace. I wanted silence.