I remember standing in front of the stove, my mind lost somewhere in between extreme anger and anxiety, as the glass baby bottles sterilized in a pot of boiling water.
Then it hit me.
The water splashed on my arms and parts of my thighs, scalding my skin.
Instead of jumping out of harms way, I moved in closer.
For the first time in months I felt relief.
To this day, I wish that I hadn’t unearthed this realization that physical pain released the emotional pain.
I chose this one (Before you click the link please note that it contains graphic material that may be triggering to those who are currently suffering with a mental illness.)
This is probably one of my most darkest posts.
I didn’t link this up for a prize to be honest.
I just want people to understand self harm.
I’m not a freak.
It’s not for attention.
I’m just looking for relief.
If you choose not to read it, that is cool.
I’ll leave you with this funny instead (Thanks Nathalie from ArcanaDea for emailing this to me).