This is not my work. I don’t know who to credit this to but Its damn Beautiful. I don’t feel the need to take pics of mine before clean up. It’s just not on my mind like that. I’m ashamed. I am so afraid my family will know I still do this. I’ve cut myself since I was 8 years old. My mother showed me how to with a plastic shoe string end. Loved it, never went back. I am almost 31 now and still have found no better way of coping with the accumulative bullshit. I try, and try, to keep it further from my mind but when the obsessive thoughts start, there’s no peaceful ending. It starts small. There’s a fleeting thought of how it will feel. How the blood will pool onto my lap and down my arm.. Then by day two, I’ve done it. It’ll be another 2-3 days before I stop cutting. Before it all runs from my mind and body like the evil darkness, the evil dark scourge that encircles my every thought. I’ll never fully escape it. I wish I knew a better way to control this shit but I’m too old to learn new tricks. I’ve noticed that missing sleep will incapacitate my mind. My logic center shuts down. I am so damn tired when I go to bed, but it just doesn’t last long. I read that meds like Benedryl when taken daily will cause dementia and Alzheimer’s so I try to stay away from it. I have worked my ass off to try to control my disease without medications. I’ve lost weight for one, by eating a whole food Plant-based diet. I hold pills in then lowest regard. I just can’t bring myself to take them. Now, with that being said, I do not think anything negative about someone who utilizes medications of any kind to help treat their issues. My husband is a MD for gods sakes folks. It’s just not the life I am chasing for myself. For some people it truly is a matter of life or death and unfortunately one day it might be the only option for myself as well. I’m breaking my heart almost daily. Do I do it because I deserve it? Do I use it as a break between the feels and feel nots? It makes me happy while it’s happening. It’s like eating a cheeseburger from Wendys. Absolute bliss until you’re done, then you get to ride home with the guilt and shame of having said meal. It’s just been one of those days, I guess. Talking about my cutting adoration has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Theres a million people out there like me. Your friends, your sister, your brother, Your Mama… You’d never know. My own brother would probably disown me. I’ll just hang on to this secret for the rest of my life from him and my parentals. It’s just been one of those days and the coming days will be too.