At the age of 8, I had been through things that no child should ever have to go through. During my time growing up I had carried these events, images and thoughts through to my teens which I believe is one of the main factors of developing my anxiety and depression.
My teens were in no shape or form a “smooth ride” which then led me to self harm on both my left thigh and wrist. Somewhere in my damaged mind I thought inflicting pain on myself might take away the pain I was feeling inside even if it was only for a short while.
Today, at 22 I no longer have to fight so many demons. I no longer remind myself of the traumas I went through, that made me second guess if I were good enough for the world and most importantly myself. The scars on my skin are almost invisible but are still very present in my memory.
I’m a lot stronger now and do I wish I didn’t go through or see what I did when I was growing up? No, I don’t as I believe I wouldn’t be the strong woman I am today who carries a full heart on a mended soul. I am grateful.