I originally posted this as a comment to someone’s blog post, but I figured I’d share it with you since writing it meant alot to me. I’m currently on my 16th day and I really haven’t thought about SI in so long. I’m finally just embracing everything the way it is, and I can say I’m generally happy. Sorry I haven’t been on in a while. Thanks for letting me share guys.

What self-injury means to me is that there are people out there, ordinary, everyday people, who also at the same time, posess a different quality than others. We posess a form of darkness, a brokenness that sets us apart from other people, but it doesn’t make us who we are. The injuries we inflict do not define us, they just simply tell other people a story. They say to the world, “These scars are a representative of the things I’ve been through, and the things I could not and can not handle alone.” And I think that the concept of self-harm is so common, yet so undermined. No one discusses it, everyone shuts out and becomes afraid of the word, the topic, the idea. It’s a shame, but it’s just societal. But the point of it, in a way, is to tell the world that you need help, that you can’t fight by yourself. And it doesn’t make you weak, it makes you human. We are all capable, beautiful human beings…even though the things we do are, undoubtedly, ugly and unspeakable to some extent.

This is my view on self-injury, and if you’re writing about it or use it please don’t forget to give me the credit for what I’ve written. Thank you.