I’ve been struggling with self- harm for 9 years. I don’t even know if I am or was ever depressed. Because I never could afford the money to see a doctor, people said I was just seeking attention, that I’m an emotional freak.
Little did they know all the battles that I’ve fought within myself, all the pain I was trying to take away. I tried to call for help, but help never came. I just kept on putting bandaids over my wound, and all these wounds never healed.
If I could save myself, I would have. There’s still a tinge of faith within me, wanting to save and help myself. It’s been 9 years, things never got easier, I just got stronger.