Kayla Munro

Figuring life out

2019 My year end review… — December 31, 2019

2019 My year end review…

2019 was one of the hardest years of my life, but it’s been the year I’ve grown the most as a person. January started out wonderful. I celebrated my one year anniversary with my husband and we even bought our first house. Mackenzie turned one in February and we celebrated her birthday with all our friends and family. Things started to turn for a worse as the months continued. In May of 2019 my husband was arrested. I moved in with my mother afterwards and she helped me through so much. I decided that I was going to leave him. I handled everything really well for about a week. Then one night my mom was out of town and I lost it. I started cutting right away. I cut so deep that I had to get 11 stitches in my arm. I remember my mom calling my aunt to come check on me. She took great care of Mackenzie and me. I was lucky enough to spend Mother’s day with my little girl before being admitted to the hospital for suicidal ideation. I spent a week in the hospital and met some great people. But I didn’t change anything. Through the summer months I got an amazing job as a veterinary technician. I loved every minute of it. My boss was pretty great and very patient with my situation and what was going on. I got to spend everyday doing what I love with some really great people. In August as many of you know, life got too much and I tried to end my own life. After staying in the hospital for a few days my dad and stepmom found another program for me. It was called pathways. Pathways changed my life. It changed my whole way of thinking and I met some really great people while I was there. I started to figure out that I am actually worth something. I realized my beauty which was a big thing for me because I have never felt like I was beautiful for many reasons. I realized that I can do hard things, I learned how to do an emotional pushup and how to be comfortable in uncomfortable situations. It was an amazing experience. While I was there we visited some very beautiful landmarks where I got back into touch with God. After I graduated from Pathways I moved into my dads house. Ive been building a wonderful relationship with my stepmom and my dad. They have supported me so much through the past year. ( I don’t think they will ever know how thankful I am for them) I moved to Vernal and got a pretty good job with some amazing people. I am about to move into my own apartment with Mackenzie and couldn’t be happier.

If I wouldn’t have gone through everything that has happened to me in the past year, then I would have never learned how to grow. It’s in our hardest times that we see the most growth. To be honest with you, 2019 sucked but it was the year I figured out my worth and thats worth everything to me. I now get to be here for my daughter and watch her grow up. I get to teach her how to love herself and show her how to know her worth. One thing I would suggest to you in 2020 is to know your own worth. Know that you are enough. You are beautiful. You are loved. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Cheers to 2020!

Keeping it real — October 29, 2019

Keeping it real

I want to keep it real with everyone who reads my blog. On August 7, 2019 I tried to take my life for the second time. It started like any other day. I got up and went to the job I love. After work I went to a therapy appointment. I knew what I was planning to do, so I didn’t tell my therapist any of what was going on that day. When I got home I was feeling very anxious. The thoughts had come back. I was trying to take care of Mackenzie but was failing. I asked my mom to watch her as I took my dog for a walk at the park. While I was there I was contemplating everything in my life. It all came circling back to one belief: The world would be better off without me in it. Mackenzie would be better off with any of my parents.

At the park there was a wedding going on. I remember just thinking about how my marriage failed and I felt like I would never find love ever again. As many people know, I left my husband in May of 2019. It was a toxic situation and things were getting pretty bad. I won’t go into detail as Im not ready to share everything with the world.

There were so many people out walking on the trail but yet I felt so alone. I remember staring at the lake while sitting on a bench crying. I knew what I was going to do. I texted all my family members and told them that I loved them. They all thought that they were getting a text that meant I was thinking about them. Little did they know my intentions.

I got home and put the baby to bed. I gave her the biggest hug and just cried while holding her for what felt like hours. I reached down and told her goodbye as she fell asleep. I thought Mackenzie deserved better than me. I honestly thought it would be the last time I would hold her in my arms until we met again in heaven. I thought I was making the right decision for her.

I went back upstairs and found my medication. I decided I would take all the sleeping pills I had. I grabbed the pill bottle and counted out each individual pill. I counted 26 pills. I wasn’t sure if it would be enough, but I was willing to do anything at the point. I wanted all the pain to stop. I didn’t want to live my life anymore. I wanted to live, just not in this life. I got a bottle of water and stood in my moms kitchen and took all 26 pills of trazadone. I don’t know to this day if I took enough medication to do any damage but I didn’t care. I was desperate.

After taking all the medication I instantly regretted my decision. I was contemplating making myself throw up all the pills. I researched online if I took enough to end my life. I couldn’t find the answers I was looking for. I was a part of a facebook page that was meant for people who struggle with anxiety and depression. I posted on the page and told everyone what I did and I asked people if it was enough to kill me. Instantly I got a bunch of messages. People I didn’t even know cared about me. I decided to take the post down moments later. About 15 minutes after my mom got an anonymous call. It was from the police department. My mom came rushing downstairs and asked me if I had taken any medication. I broke down in my living room and told her I took the medication and I didn’t want to live anymore. Moments later an ambulance showed up at my house along with a bunch of policemen. I was taken to the hospital in the ambulance. They hooked me up to an IV right away. Once I got to the hospital the nurse came in and told me to drink this stuff in a cup. It was cherry flavored charcoal. When I think back to the attempt I can still taste it.

They ran several EKG’s and blood tests. Everything came back okay. They had to monitor me for about 6 hours. After that I was transferred to the psych unit. I stayed there for a few days and my step-mom and my dad found another place for me to go. It was another impatient unit, but this one was long term.

Going the the impatient unit was the best decision I have ever made. I made great friends there and I learned so much about myself. During my stay there I started to actually love myself. I kept a journal and wrote down how I was feeling every single day. Each day it got better and better. I can now say that I love who I am and I wouldn’t change it.

I am worthy. I am beautiful. I matter. I am capable. I am a good mother. I am good enough.

I am not writing this for attention. I am writing this because I never really dealt with what happened. This is my way of dealing with my attempt. Getting all my thoughts out really helps me deal with things. I am also writing this for anyone who is struggling and needs to know they are not alone. Having a suicide attempt, or even having suicidal idealation can be a very hard thing to deal with. You are not alone and there is hope and help out there. Reach out to someone you love and trust. There is hope out there for everyone.

Believe — October 21, 2019

Believe

A close friend of mine gave me this bracelet. Not only is it super cute but it means so much more. She was going through a extremely hard time in her life and someone gave it to her. She wanted me to have it because she knows that I am going through difficult things myself. I’m so blessed to be able to have someone give me something so meaningful.

The great thing about this bracelet is that believe can mean so many different things. It just depends on your situation and they way you take it. That’s what makes it so beautiful.

I took it as believing in myself. I always have struggled with believing I can do whatever my dream is, and that I can do anything I put my mind to. I remember growing up my mom and grandma always told me that I can do whatever I set my mind to. That was back in elementary school. Growing up, reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I stopped believing in myself completely. The depression set in and I fell in what felt like a bottomless pit. They still said I could do whatever I put my mind to, but i stopped believing that.

The past few months have been really hard on me. I won’t go into detail because I am not ready to share it with the world.  I’ve struggled a lot in the past few months. My depression has been worse than ever and I feel like everything is out of my control. I have felt so helpless and so alone.

During  the past few months, I had a chance to go to an impatient unit for about 37 days. It was incredible to have time to myself away from the world and start learning how to love myself again. Today, I believe that I can do anything I want. And I know that my higher power is here to back me up and give me the push that I need.

Looking back to this bracelet reminds me that I can do anything with Gods help. I am facing some hard decisions right now. I have moved from house to house but now I finally feel like things are falling into place.

My challenge to you is to start believing in yourself. Believe that you can do anything you want to because the only person stopping you is you. So go out there and get that job. Go to school and achieve your dream. Go on that diet and get healthy. Just start to believe in something bigger than yourself.

Mental Health Matters — October 10, 2019

Mental Health Matters

Mental health matters. Today is mental health awareness day. So I though I would share with one thing that is most important to me in my recovery. Self care can be done in many different ways. Heres 10 ways you can practice self care:

  • Taking a shower or a bath: Taking a shower or bath can be very relaxing. Getting clean can wash away all the stress that the day has brought on. Last night I was so exhausted and a little stressed out from the day, I ended up taking a bath to relax. It was one of the nicest things I could have done for myself.
  • Long Car rides: Have you ever just taken a nice night ride just for fun. Long car rides always help with my self care. Years ago I was seeing a therapist that was 45 minutes away. Once a week I would go see him and it was seriously the best time to myself I could ask for.
  • Listening to music: Listening to music is my jam. I love music and even more than that I love singing. Which is where the car ride comes in handy. I just blast my music and sing at the top of my lungs. I may look funny to other people but in my head I am as happy as can be.
  • Calling a friend: This one is always a good one. After a long hard day at work, or taking care of children its good to let things out with someone you trust. I have a list of people in my journal that I call very frequently when I need to talk to someone. Talking to someone is always a good way to practice self care.
  • Getting hair/nails/makeup done: I get my nails done every 3-4 weeks. It may be an unneeded expense, but I get them done because its my time to sit back and relax. Its really important for me to get my nails done because they make me feel more confident about myself. Putting makeup on for me is just fun and I love doing it. It makes me feel better about my day and makes me feel like I accomplished something.
  • Doing a puzzle: Getting your brain to work is a good thing. There is an app I have called “Puzzle Page”and I play it almost everyday. It has different puzzles on it that get my brain moving. While in the rehab center I was at we played a lot of bananagrams. If you haven’t played it I strongly suggest getting it. Its a fun little way to have fun with peers while exercising your brain.
  • Watching a movie: Watching a movie can always be a good thing. Its nice to just sit back and relax and have a movie night. Get out of your reality for a moment and get lost in a story. Movies are a good way to practice self care.
  • Taking a walk: I love walking. Walking is not only good for the mind but it’s good for the body. Getting out and getting some fresh air might just be what your body needs, I always take my daughter and my dog for walks after dinner. It’s a good way to remind me of something very important to me, which is nature. I love getting out in nature and meditating and just listening to your higher power.
  • Volunteering: Volunteering always makes people feel better. Doing something for the less fortunate can make you feel like your making a difference in the world. For me, its volunteering at my local animal shelter. As an animal lover, I love to just sit and play with cats or walk a few dogs. Volunteering makes a difference and you can feel it in your heart.
  • Pray: Praying is a perfect way to practice self care. The best part is its free. All it costs is a few minutes out of your day. God wants to listen to what you have to say. Every night before I go to bed. I write in my journal and then I write a letter to my God. This works with whatever you higher power is. Thats why I love it so much.

The trick is to practice self care everyday. Find things that make you happy and do them everyday. Thats the answer to life because when your doing things you love its hard to not enjoy life.

Moms. — October 6, 2019

Moms.

Mom’s save the day again and again. All the mothers in my life are amazing women. Why is it that we only celebrate moms once a year? This morning around 3 am Mackenzie woke me up and stated that she wanted to watch Frozen. For those of you who don’t know thats her favorite movie. She watches it like 4 times a day. Anyways she woke up and wanted to watch Frozen. I woke up with her and I stayed up with her while we watched Frozen for the thousandth time. I never realized how much moms do for their babies until I became a mother. From saving us from our first heartbreak to cleaning up the cereal we spilled. They work tirelessly to make sure their kids are fed, clothed, and loved.

Mackenzie means so much to me. She is the light of my life. She is defiantly a blessing that God has given me. He knew exactly who i needed right when I needed her. At first I was confused. Why me? Why would you allow me to be a mother? It just didn’t make sense. But He knew what he was doing. She brightens my whole day. The past couple weeks I haven’t been working and I value all the time i get to spend with her. We even take naps together sometimes. Being a mom is really hard work. Being a single mom is even harder. I didn’t realize how much harder it would be without a significant other. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. When they say it takes a It takes a village to raise a baby they are so right and my village that is helping me i am so grateful for. I am blessed.

My mom is amazing. She has saved my world from crashing in multiple times. She has always been there for me. I was a baby that had colic so she had it rough with me. She was there for me with my first heartbreak, when we had to move across the state and leave all my friends, she has been there for all my suicidal thoughts. I’ve put her through hell through the last year because I have been a mess. She’s had to worry about me everyday. But I am finally feeling better about putting my life back together.

My step-mom is amazing as well. Recently Ive gotten a lot closer to her and our relationship has grown immensely. Even being a step mom she is an important woman in my life. For the past two weeks she has encouraged me everyday from telling me she loves me to writing sticky notes of affirmations on my mirror. In the past, I wasn’t the nicest to her and she would still love me unconditionally. God blessed me with a great woman for a stepmom and I am forever thankful for her.

My challenge for you is to thank your mother today. If your mother is no longer on earth thank her in spirit. And you don’t have to stop there thank not only your mother but all the mothers around you that have helped you in any way. Mothers are kind, loving and resilient. I hope to be half the mother one day that both my moms are to me.

Finding Hope — May 27, 2019

Finding Hope

Recently, I went back into the hospital and was admitted into behavioral health services again after not being there for 6 months. I stayed there for a week and was given a lot of time to reflect on my life and how I was going to gain hope for the future.

See, I was admitted because I relapsed and self harmed after being clean from cutting for 8 months. I was feeling very out of control and suicidal and cutting was one thing I was in control over. Bad idea. I gave myself 9 sutures, and no it didn’t make me feel any better. But that’s a post for another day.

My life kind of took an unexpected turn. I won’t go into detail now because I don’t think it’s the appropriate time and place. Ive been more depressed in that last month than ever. I haven’t found motivation for write, blog, read or anything. I barely got up and went to work. I haven’t been able to take that good of care of Mackenzie because I have been stuck in this deep dark pit. It’s a blessing that my mom has been supporting me through all of this.

While in the hospital my friend Emily came to visit with me and she brought me a book called “Becoming Myself” By Stasi Elredge. It’s about embracing who you are in Jesus. One line that stuck out to me was “Before God changed my body he changed the way I saw myself” Thats powerful. We all have something we don’t like about our bodies. Men included. For me its my body shape. I don’t like the extra fat that I have on my body. I’m self conscious about it.

I am so guilty of talking bad about myself because I don’t like the way i see myself. But the thing is God created me, so why am i so critical of God’s creation. I am God’s creation. God knew what he was doing when he created me, so why do I not love God’s creation? I think everyone is guilty of this at some point or another. I want to change the way I see myself. I want to see myself as strong, capable, and a good mother. God brings change from the inside out.

God is beginning to change the way I see myself. God is giving me new hope in figuring out who I am in Jesus. I have found hope in Jesus and I am actually excited about the future even if that means it’ll be scary. Taking a week and just digging in to the word of God was so good for me. I challenge you to take some time today and dig in to the word of God and see what he’s trying to tell you. God will change the way you see yourself if you just ask.

8 Coping Methods — March 27, 2019

8 Coping Methods

Reading the Bible and Praying

Prayer is just about everything. When I get down and out prayer is what brings me back up. Getting close to Jesus makes all the difference. When your feeling down PRAY, PRAY, and PRAY. Prayer is the primary work of Gods’ people. Pray people! Its important. I need to make sure that I am praying everyday as well. No one is perfect, were all just imperfect people trying to be more like Jesus. Reading helps as well. But nothing is better than reading the bible. The best part about reading the bible and praying is God always seems to ease your mind and make you feel better. God can do anything and he will help you though whatever your going though. God wants you to be happy and will help you do so if you just ask.

Taking a Shower/Bath

Theres something about taking a shower that feels so great. Try taking a bath or a shower next time you are not in the right mind. It just might help.I take a shower just about every night to make me happy. My therapist tells me to do things that make me happy. Thats defiantly one of them. Taking a shower relaxes me and makes me feel so much better.

Going for a Walk

Going for a walk is a great way to distract your mind from whats going on. Getting outside is always good for mental health as well. I like to take my dogs with me when I walk. Last summer I took Cody, my golden retriever, for a walk every day to go get the mail. Getting outside is so good for you. Try taking your pets or kids for a walk when things are getting tough. Take a break from what your thinking about and go for a walk.

Pet a Cat/Dog

Okay, so if you know me then you know that I absolutely love dogs. My love for dogs is bordering on obsessive. I love dogs. When I get depressed Cody knows it and he sticks right by my side and is always there for me. When I had my cat Phil, he did the exact same thing. Phil would always come sit right next to me and let me pet him until i felt a little better. There is such a thing as emotional support animals and they are seriously great. Dogs and cats are so smart and intuitive. They know when your feeling down and only want to help. Try petting a dog next time you feel down. Seriously, if you don’t have a dog go to the shelter and walk dogs. Dogs and cats are a great way to cope with whatever is going on.

Coloring

I have an adult coloring book which I absolutely love. Not only does it take me back to childhood when I loved life and nothing was hard about it, but it also helps with my anxiety. Focusing on one thing is a great way for me to deal with anxiety. It’s hard to focus on one thing when you are going crazy in your own mind, but coloring always helps me calm down. When I was in the hospital at behavioral health services all I did all day was color. There wasn’t much to do there, but coloring helped pass the time.

Napping

Taking a nap is a good way to recharge and feel better. I love naps they always make me happy. I have little to no energy all the time, and naps always seem to recharge me. Not only is a nap good for recharging, but its also good to take a break from life for a minute. I don’t recommend this all the time, because you can’t sleep your life away, however, a nap once in a while is always okay and it can be really helpful.

Writing

Writing the blog has helped immensely. It doesn’t even matter if anyone even reads it. I just love writing and getting it all out there. Its a beautiful therapy. You can take thoughts and ideas and share them with people that are going through the same thing. When I started this blog I honestly didn’t expect it to be such good therapy, but it totally is. I love writing again and it helps to get it all out and in the open. I highly suggest journaling or blogging if your going through something rough.

Going to Coffee

Going out in public sucks when your depressed. When I’m depressed I just want to stay home and do nothing. I want to lay in my bed and literally do nothing. I don’t want to watch tv, i don’t want to listen to music, i just want to lay there. Even though it sucks to get up, get dressed and go out to public, it’s still very important to do so. The other day I was feeling down and my mom told me to get up and she would be at my house in 10 minutes because she wanted to take me to ice cream. Even though I really didn’t want to go, I am glad I went because it ended up being a lot better for me than lying there. And I ultimately felt better after going. Going out for coffee with a friend is always good therapy. A friend will always make things seem a little lighter.

List of Eight ways I cope when going through a hard time:

  1. Reading The Bible and Praying
  2. Taking a Shower
  3. Going for a Walk
  4. Petting a Dog/Cat
  5. Coloring
  6. Taking a Nap
  7. Writing
  8. Going for Coffee
My Story Isn’t Over — March 25, 2019

My Story Isn’t Over

If you’ve been reading my blog or know me personally you know that I tried to commit suicide last year. My story isn’t over.

I want to talk a little more about my story. When I was going through my hard time I wasn’t sure how to handle life. I was overwhelmed and my anxiety kicked into overdrive. I was depressed nearly every day. I was afraid that my husband was going to leave me and I was afraid that I wasn’t being the mother I was supposed to be. Life got too much and I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I decided that I wanted my story to be over. I wanted to end my story, but God had another plan for my life.

Everyone has a purpose and a plan. We don’t always know our purpose or our plan. For example, I knew that once I saw the positive pregnancy test I was meant to be a mother. Motherhood is hard and exhausting. Its a rough life being a mommy, but yet so rewarding. Once I saw that pregnancy test I knew my life was going to change (for the better of course).

I think a lot of people struggle with what their purpose is and how their story is supposed to go. Because we don’t always know whats going to happen. I know I always struggled, and honestly still do struggle with knowing my purpose and knowing what to do. I know with depression we often feel like were drowning and we can’t get back up and we can’t breathe. With anxiety we always worry about what will happen. No matter how we feel we can’t let our story be over.

Last night my 13 year old sister told me that she wrote a song about my struggles. She’s very talented with music and writing. She told me she wrote a song about things I’ve gone through and how my story isn’t over. One line she said was how I looked at God and I knew that I still have a purpose. I love that she wrote that in her song. I was so humbled by this. I am so blessed by friends and family.

The reason I got this tattoo was to remind me that my story isn’t over, even though I wanted to end it and attempted to end it, its still not over. Let me be the first to tell you, your story isn’t over either. God has a plan for each and every human. You will prevail and get through whatever your going through. You just have to keep believing that you matter and you do have a purpose.

Being Real… — March 18, 2019

Being Real…

I want to be real with people. In order to be real I need to be able to share my struggles. One of the most important things about this blog is being vulnerable and speaking the truth hoping I can help people who relate with me and hopefully someone won’t feel so alone.

Here me being real:

I’m struggling today. I had my first appointment back with my therapist today after two months. I usually see her every week or every other week, but since I forgot to make an appointment, I couldn’t see her for a while. I thought I would be just fine if I stayed on my medication and if I stayed doing the things that make me happy. I was wrong. I am super disappointed in myself and I can’t shake the feeling.

In therapy we are working on loving myself and helping with my self esteem right now. I am learning how to do things by myself for myself. These past two months I sucked at it. I stopped doing things for myself. I stopped caring about myself and I struggled a lot because of that. I am so frustrated with myself because I let myself down. Not only did I let myself down, I let my family down. I fell back into the trap of depression and actually had a day of suicidal thoughts because I let myself fall back into depression. This morning my mom posted on Facebook that said “Make yourself a priority once in a while. It’s necessary not selfish.” This stuck with me because I always struggle with not taking time for myself.

Back when I was going to therapy every week I was able to be reminded every week to do things for myself. We would brainstorm and come up with ideas of thing I could do that would make me happy. I was doing much better. I was actually starting to feel like a whole new person. I started to feel like myself, but new and improved. I was also in a really hard place in life and almost all my friends and family knew about it and they would remind me to to take time for myself and they would give me ideas of what to do as well. It was a team effort to help Kayla start to feel like herself again. I am so mad at myself for letting everyone down.

I know I can’t be too hard on myself. It happens to everyone. My therapist told me that its just a part of recovery. So I am going to be thankful that I am on the road to feeling better than being down on myself. I am going to choose happy thoughts and positive feelings over the negative ones. I am going to start back up and do things for myself and hopefully stay on the right track of being happy.

My therapist told me to keep a “owners manual”. You write things down that you enjoy and keep them somewhere close. Then when having a bad day you get that list out and do as many things you can on that list. But you make it intentional. You have to want to do those things to start to feel better on your bad days. I love this idea and I am currently searching things that make me feel good. If you have any ideas please comment them! I could use all the help I can get!

Self Harm. — March 14, 2019

Self Harm.

I decided to show a picture of some of my scars, It’s a hard thing for me to do. I have a hard time opening up about my self harm history, so here we go.

I started self harming when I was about thirteen. I was in eighth grade. Self harm is something many young girls deal with. I started because I knew some people that did it and it helped them, so I started to try it out. I remember the first time I self harmed. I had just had a huge fight with my best friend McKyla. I was depressed and I didn’t know how to deal with it. Once I cut myself for the first time, I was hooked. I would describe self harm as an addiction.

I want to explain why self injury is something that people do and how it helps. I did it for a few reasons. One reason I self harmed was because it distracts from the emotional pain I was having and it gave me physical pain.Another reason is its a way to punish yourself. I know that I didn’t need punishing, but at the time I was so depressed that every time I would cut I would feel like i am giving that punishment I deserved. The last reason I had for self harming was it made you feel something. There has been times when I am so depressed I don’t feel anything. I feel numb to the whole world and all sorts of emotions. I would cut just to feel something, anything was better than feeling nothing. Those are just some of my reasons why I would harm myself.

I remember one time being so down and depressed that I decided to cut myself, and not even an hour later I was at church with my friends having so much fun and laughing. I hid everything away from everyone. I wore long sleeves, and long pants to cover up my cuts and scars. Cutting makes you feel so alone. It’s like you have to isolate yourself because you don’t want people to know what you have done.

Around the time of my suicide attempt I started self harming again a lot. I would do it almost every day. I was so depressed that I didn’t really know how to cope with the feelings that I had. I remember every time I would cut i would try and get deeper and deeper to actually feel something. I remember being so depressed when I would get angry I would hurt myself from hitting to scratching to cutting. Anyway I could. I would. Try and hurt myself because I didn’t feel like I was good enough to live.

One thing that I am working on is being aware of my scars and not hiding them anymore. I am who I am and those scars tell a story of when life got rough, but i am still here. I don’t want to feel ashamed wearing a T-shirt. I was to keep working on embracing my scars as a reminder that I am still alive and still trying to figure life out.

One thing that has helped me not self harm is my tattoo. I got a tattoo shortly after my suicide attempt to cover up a self harm scar. Everytime I want to self harm, I look at that tattoo as a reminder of where I came from and where I want to go. I dont want to punish myslef anymore because I dont deserve to be punished. Psalms 147:3 “He healeth the broken in heart and bindeth up their wounds” That verse has gotten me though a lot of hard times and depression.

For people who don’t know about self harm, I hope that I was able to help you out in educating. If you ever encounter someone who has noticeable scars on their arm, just tell them your there for them. I know for me it means so much when someone tells me that after seeing my scars.

I just want everyone to know out there that if you self harm, your not alone so many people suffer from this addiction. Your not alone and you will find peace. Ask for help.

I don’t want to end this blog post on a negative note. I am doing much better in my fight against self harm. I haven’t self harmed in over two months. It may not seem like a long time, but it takes time in defeating an addiction like self injury.