So this morning, I made a huge decision. I’m flushing my last blade down the toilet. I’ve been self-harming for almost six years and today, I can say I’m two months clean. Soon, I’ll be able to say I’ve been clean for years. I no longer feel the need to use pain to bring myself back to reality or bring my thoughts and anxiety to a halt. These are the scars that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. I have no idea how I’ll explain them to my children. I hope i can figure it out. But I need to apologise to my skin, my mind, and my heart for doing this. Little twelve-year-old Taylor-Marie didn’t understand what was happening to her, only that hurting herself took all the rest of the hurt away. She didn’t deserve that. Twelve-year-old me, I’m sorry. You’re not ugly, you’re not fat, you’re not worthless, you’re not useless, you’re not stupid, you’re not a slut, and you’re not better off dead. I’m sorry I told you those things. I’m beginning to like myself for who I am, and so far, I’m happy. And that’s all that matters.
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