Guys.
I... I don't even know where to start or how to begin. I'm reeeeeeeeally frustrated though, so we could start with that. But then again that's not what this post is meant to be about.
It's.... I'm scared to say it but this post is meant to be about self harm. Essentially that's what this blog is about, but then again that's not true either. This blog is about.... it's about me. And my life, and all the crazy adventures I've gotten in to and will continue to get in to. This blog is about the good and the bad and everything in between. It's my story. That's what this blog is.
And.... we get to close a very important chapter in it today. Well, I don't know that it's ever officially going to be closed, but it's at least behind me. Today..... I'm one year clean. It's not like an official date but it feels like around this time last year was the last time I really did anything. and let me tell you, it's a fucking INCREDIBLE feeling. Like.... I can't even begin to tell you. I feel like I could fly. I feel like I should throw a freakin party!!!!! But then again I'm not the kind to do that. So instead, I'm just gonna go to youth group tonight. Hang with my friends. Tell them about my adventures in romance. Be who I am. Forget about my mistakes and the COMMENT RECENTLY LEFT ON MY YOUTUBE COVER (Don't pretend you don't know who you are you fucking creep), and just... live.
I guess maybe if you're reading this you want my advice. Well, it's this; Don't start. Don't ever think or harm your precious body in any way because you're going to regret it. You really will. I live in constant fear that someone is going to see what little remains of my scars and ask about them. So don't even start.
but then there are some of you who have found this that have already started and want my advice as to how to stop. How did I do it? When did I finally get "better?" I don't really know. I think I finally got it when I was in a bad car accident last March. Along with the post-truamatic stress and all the aches and pains that came with it, I realized how quickly life can end. I shouldn't have walked away from that accident but yet I did. But back to my main point, which is advice; reach out. Don't be afraid to talk. And if the person you talk to doesn't listen, find someone who does! You DESERVE to be happy, okay? You deserve love, and happiness, and all your dreams. REACH OUT. And then to go along with that, GET HELP. Don't be afraid of it.
I guess that's about it. Stay strong lovelies. I love you all, and it does get better. <3 p="">
Sincerely,
-Katie
I... I don't even know where to start or how to begin. I'm reeeeeeeeally frustrated though, so we could start with that. But then again that's not what this post is meant to be about.
It's.... I'm scared to say it but this post is meant to be about self harm. Essentially that's what this blog is about, but then again that's not true either. This blog is about.... it's about me. And my life, and all the crazy adventures I've gotten in to and will continue to get in to. This blog is about the good and the bad and everything in between. It's my story. That's what this blog is.
And.... we get to close a very important chapter in it today. Well, I don't know that it's ever officially going to be closed, but it's at least behind me. Today..... I'm one year clean. It's not like an official date but it feels like around this time last year was the last time I really did anything. and let me tell you, it's a fucking INCREDIBLE feeling. Like.... I can't even begin to tell you. I feel like I could fly. I feel like I should throw a freakin party!!!!! But then again I'm not the kind to do that. So instead, I'm just gonna go to youth group tonight. Hang with my friends. Tell them about my adventures in romance. Be who I am. Forget about my mistakes and the COMMENT RECENTLY LEFT ON MY YOUTUBE COVER (Don't pretend you don't know who you are you fucking creep), and just... live.
I guess maybe if you're reading this you want my advice. Well, it's this; Don't start. Don't ever think or harm your precious body in any way because you're going to regret it. You really will. I live in constant fear that someone is going to see what little remains of my scars and ask about them. So don't even start.
but then there are some of you who have found this that have already started and want my advice as to how to stop. How did I do it? When did I finally get "better?" I don't really know. I think I finally got it when I was in a bad car accident last March. Along with the post-truamatic stress and all the aches and pains that came with it, I realized how quickly life can end. I shouldn't have walked away from that accident but yet I did. But back to my main point, which is advice; reach out. Don't be afraid to talk. And if the person you talk to doesn't listen, find someone who does! You DESERVE to be happy, okay? You deserve love, and happiness, and all your dreams. REACH OUT. And then to go along with that, GET HELP. Don't be afraid of it.
I guess that's about it. Stay strong lovelies. I love you all, and it does get better. <3 p="">
Sincerely,
-Katie
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