It took me a number of years to stop self-harming, but even when I gave it up I found it difficult to cope with the shame of what I'd done. Writing often helps me to collect my ideas on how I feel about something, and work on a way of getting through it or looking at it in a different way. This is what I wrote in my journal in September 2015, and I can say that what I've written at the end is more true today than ever before.
You bring me shame
You show the world my failures
You display my weakness
And my grief, for all to see.
I hate you for your boldness
And wish you weren't a permanent reminder;
I carry with me everywhere
The imperfection of your destructive echoes.
But you are my scars
You may fade
But you'll never disappear
And because you won't change, I will.
I won't go out of my way to hide you
Because you are symbols
Not of failure
But of my strength to survive and overcome.
C u r v y Lu (Lucy)
"Where there is life, there is hope" - Professor Stephen Hawking.
"If you're always trying to be normal you will never know how amazing you can be" - Maya Angelou.