I’m… I’m scared to say it.
But I think I’m finally ready to give this whole “recovery” thing a try.
I’ve always half-assed the stopping self-harm thing. Kinda shrugged, said sure, whatever. Glided by with my therapist, occasionally didn’t mention that I slipped up.
Yeah I was scared after I cut my wrist wide open, and that slowed me down. And then other things slowed me down, like my boyfriend who said I had to stop but it had to be for “me” (which I said it was- mostly a lie). Or my Hawaii trip where I wanted to wear shorts without fresh scars.
But today… maybe it is the little bit of alcohol in my blood…
But I feel like… I should give it a shot.
I just hope I don’t change my mind.
Because the ink I put in my skin today?
“Do no harm… Have no fear.”
It has a lot of meaning to it.
But it is pretty straight forward.
“Do no harm,” that applies to myself as well.
And maybe I should give it a try.
3/25/15 is the day then.
“Have no fear.”