Hiding Battle Scars

Check out this wonderful post from hazelwrites. So true…

Fallen Grace

Wrist cutting is the most common act to channel out depression, anxiety, and frustrations. Some might think slitting wrist is a form of attention-seeking, but it is not. The pain is a necessary catalyst to vent out.

As for me, cutting my wrist becomes a drug that I crave for every time the feeling of hopelessness gnaws on me. I need to feel something that could distract me from a much more painful wound — my heart.

When crimson red begins to drip steadily from my wrists, I am plunged into a hazy sanctuary where pain meant nothing. Once the bleeding stops, scars remain to tell the rest of the story, and how I hide them. It’s like I don’t mind wallowing in depression whenever I am alone, but I mind keeping it secret from the world.

I live in a generation where mental illness is a form of societal…

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Author: manyofus1980

I am a woman in my mid 30's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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