I’m not one to do the cheesy “i’m thankful for my friends, family, and boyfriend” thing. Although I am very appreciative of all of those wonderful people in my life, i can say I’m most thankful for something that is so often overlooked:
It heals all wounds, and mends all heartache. And for someone like myself, I never thought that time would bring me to the places I’ve been.
It brought me out of a Hell I never thought I was going to escape. To be stuck in a reoccurring prison of abuse, devastation, and mental obliteration was my reality; there wasn’t a day i didnt contemplate suicide. To see the one person you expect to love you through thick and thin try and beat you because she’s just so fed up with her miserable life became a too real logistic. I thought time would never come to save me.
I now know, if you think that you’ve got no one, no one to understand, no one to love you, no one to be your friend, You’ve got time.
I just came to the most miraculous realization:
I looked down at my arm
And did a double take
They must be on the other arm
I checked the other one
I took a closer look
I could hardly see the faint scars that were left from my cuts.
My scars have faded
And I’ve never felt better
I’m so used to glancing down at my arms and genuinely disgusted with what I had done to myself.
Now they’re gone.
To those of you who feel the same way that I did, I can’t explain how refreshing it is to look down and see your own flawless body.
No more explaining
No more embarrassment
It feels wonderful.