Jael
Jael
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read

You only know my cuts but not my scars. I grappled with my own problems and struggles with self harm alone, wore long sleeves, hoodies/jackets and hid my arms so no one found out about the dirty secret only the weird, depressed I had. Mental illness wasn’t in my vocabulary. Instead of looking for help, I stayed isolated and took the anger and pain out on myself. Why? because no one fucking care about me.

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    I’m not living. I’m surviving