Some days you wake up, look in the mirror, and wish your past wasn’t really yours.
At least, I do.
As far as I’ve gotten comfortable coming to terms with my scars, there are still days when I wish they weren’t mine. There are still days when I get unimaginable cravings to tear myself apart. I have to sit myself down and breathe, count to 10 (or 100!), put on some lipstick and smile. I literally dread the coming of autumn; fall means school starts, which means stress begins, which means more reasons to tear myself apart. Winter is my worst enemy. For the past 3 years I’ve been telling myself, “This year will be different.” Well, this summer HAS been extraordinarily different, and for that I am so grateful. But what will the darker seasons bring?
