I made it kids.
this is one of the worst days i’ve had in a long time. i’m trying to study through my tears but it’s not fucking working. it’s almost midnight and i have school tomorrow but i can’t go to bed because i need to finish studying for this test because i have to take it tomorrow. fuck. i need a hug. or a razor. whichever.
i usually try to keep conversations between me and the boyfriend between me and the boyfriend, but i have to make an exception here. i’ve been self harming for four and a half years and never once have i had someone remember a milestone, nor have i had anyone think about it before even i do. work was crazy today and i wasn’t thinking about anything but sandwiches and throwing food in a bin and sticking it in the fridge. this boy is seriously the light of my life. i can’t imagine life without him anymore and i really hope i NEVER have to live it. here’s to 11 months clean and here’s to 5 months until i get to be with the love of my life for real.
it’s funny how a celebrity commits suicide and suddenly everyone who didn’t have an opinion before it is coming out spewing a bunch of bullshit about how selfish or cowardly suicide is. not only is it disrespectful, but it’s just plain ignorant. to say such awful things about a person who had a disease so terrible that they felt their only way to kill it was to kill themselves is just wrong. try to think of it this way: if you were at the end of your rope, ready to pull the trigger, kick out the chair, cut the vein, or swallow the pills, would you want someone standing over you saying “what’s your problem? you are being so selfish. stop being such a coward and just get over it.” see how much that makes you want to keep living and then come back and talk to me.
i feel like all i’ve been doing tonight is crying. i really want to say fuck it and flush 321 days down the drain but i’m trying to stay strong.
i just feel so empty and sad. i don’t want to feel like this anymore. it hurts too bad.
fuck. i wish i cared less. i’d have a pack of blades and cuts everywhere by now.
oh sweetheart i am so so proud of you! that is an absolutely amazing goal to have. just wanting to remain clean is fantastic!
one of the first things you need to do is realize that it will be hard and allow yourself to be a human being. slip ups happen, and that’s ok! you’re going to want to do it, and that’s ok! allow yourself to feel it. allow yourself to be anxious or depressed or scared. but instead of taking it out on yourself, deal with it in a healthy way.
look into some helpful alternatives. not every alternative works for everybody. i try to stay away from recommending or using alternatives that make it feel like you’re harming. i recommended to my boyfriend that he use a red pen to mark himself a little while ago and it ended up making him feel worse. so i don’t want to take that chance anymore! i recommend taking that energy and putting it into something positive. write. draw. exercise. take a hot bath. pamper yourself. make yourself a yummy meal and let yourself enjoy it. talk to somebody you love.
probably the biggest realization i had that helped me stay clean was that cutting is a choice. feeling those awful feelings that make you want to cut is not a choice, but it’s your choice what you decide to do with those feelings. cutting is so unhealthy. not only does it raise the chance of infection and amputation, but it also scars you. physically it’s awful, but thing of the symbolic implications. you’re cutting open the one thing that stand between you and your precious insides. you’re cutting the barrier between the rest of the world and your heart, your brain, your lungs, your bones, your muscles; you’re exposing the wonderful body keeping you alive. cutting is the ultimate act of self hatred in my opinion, and hate only breeds more hate, which only breeds more depression and other icky feelings. cutting just keeps you down that much longer and brings you that much deeper.
learning to love myself was so important. learning to choose recovery every day, take my medications, go to therapy, use other other alternatives etc was SOOO helpful. i’m 313 days clean (SOMEHOW) and it gets easier every day. i’d say the first month or so was the hardest, but after that it became so much easier. being in recovery, loving yourself, taking care of yourself etc. will soon become second nature. there are whole days that go by that i don’t think about cutting. it’s amazing. if you put in the effort, you will see progress honey. i promise.
i’ve only been with my boyfriend for a bit over a month, but he makes everything so much better. just having someone i know i can talk to no matter what and who supports me no matter what is fabulous. if you don’t have someone like that in your life, you can ALWAYS come talk to me! i can’t promise to always understand, but i do promise to always keep an open mind and be here for you no matter what.
good luck sweetie! i’m so proud of you. and you should be proud of yourself. :)
I have so many new and different followers that I don’t even know if any of you remember the video I made about Darren Criss a few years ago, but my Shane has been bothering me to make a video so I went ahead and did a response to that since so many things have changed.
It’s basically me with no make up on rambling about how I recovered. I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND if you don’t want to watch it!
Ross- A Transgender Short Film
TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM, GENDER DYSPHORIA, TRANSPHOBIA
Stuff like this reminds me of my trans man and it makes me so sad to know he went through struggles similar to this. Transphobia is so ugly and awful and needs just as much attention as anything else.
oh i forgot to mention this is the coworker who called me a crazy emo the first time he saw my self harm scars and then proceeded to offer me sharp objects the rest of the night and told me to “make some more.”
i was one week out of the hospital for a suicide attempt.
and this guy still has a job…
this summer, i’m starting a war against fat shaming. we’re expected to wear long sleeves, pants, baggy clothes, and fucking wet suits even though it’s five million degrees outside JUST because people are uncomfortable with seeing some flab. well fuck that shit. i want to be cool and comfortable and i want to show off my beautiful body. this is the first summer in five years that i haven’t been covered in cuts. so i’m going to wear short shorts and bikini tops and short sleeves and there’s not a fucking thing anyone can do about it. who’s with me?!