I hate having to deal with the aftermath of a self-harming episode. I hate dealing with the withdraw from Middi’s pill popping. I hate dealing with the stinging of Daria’s mutilation whenever clothes or above-tepid water touch the tiny cat-like scratches.
But what I hate the most is having hide Victoria’s crazy self-mutilation. She cuts and burns actual words into my skin. Not something I can pass off as a dog or cat scratch after a week of healing. Nope. Something I have to hide for months until the scar fades enough that it can’t be read.
It’s been almost a year since she last tried to do this. And someone was able to stop her before she managed anything resembling readable English.
Not this time.
I’m so ashamed.
All it does is give power to her desire to starve us to death.
Every time I look down and see those three letters, I believe them.
It doesn’t matter what others say. Even a completely unbiased (and well-meaning) friend of Shadow Dragon who was over last night said “Where’s the rest of you?” and some other comments about my supposed dramatic weight loss. But it’s so hard for me to see it myself.
Why do I only see flab and fat? I just try not to be as bad as Victoria. But I see it. Every day.
And now those three letters carved into my skin whisper to me that I’m not good enough. I’m not there yet. Moremoremore.
I don’t want to die. I know parts of me do, but most of me wants to live. Why can’t those parts be stronger? Why do the negative parts get away with so much? How do they get so much power? Why does insecurity always slip back in instead of the compliments I hear from friends and family?
I don’t understand.
I don’t really know what to say other than ‘ I know’. Safe hugs coming your way xoxoxo
Thank you. The hugs are appreciated.
For us, negative thoughts are always more powerful than positive ones. I don’t know why either, but it’s true. Maybe because we’re conditioned to believe the negative, so the positive thoughts have a hard time being believed?
Sending you all hugs, and Spikey sends wags and woofs to Zoe 🙂
That does probably have something to do with. I tend to have a much easier time believing negative news than positive…
Yay! Thanks for the hugs and especially the Spikey love!