This day means alot to me (Along with the Day of Silence.)
I used to constantly cut myself in 6th grade. Constant cuts crosshatching the other, covering my arms completely.
It was my only way to cope.
I had to talk to the school therapists, teachers, official therapists, and go to the local hospital to make sure I was "okay."
I'm never going to be okay, actually. But that's okay. ( I'm noooooooottt ooookkaaayyyy!!! )
But I won't cut anymore.
Because I have faith.
I still have some scars on my arms, hands, and legs.
Everytime I look at them, I smile and think "I've come a long way."