Today I found myself hopeless, depressed and just staring at this permanent marker.
I kept imagining what I would look like with all the words I have been called over the years written all over me… Would there even be enough skin?
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I may not have the wounds on me for everyone to see, but I feel like they are visible to the world and they are more than visible to me.
I want more than anything to rid myself of these heavy scars, but they always seem to be there staring me in the face when I look in the mirror.
How do I rid myself of painful thoughts that threaten to tear me apart? I want to stop living in what seems like an endless circle. I want to take my life back and smash this mirror that has a hold on me, but in a way the mirror has become my twisted friend. Why do I embrace the guilt when it feels so cold?
I don’t want to be familiar with pain. I don’t want to face it another day. These invisible tattoos are weighing me down, and I must be rid of them.
Someone once told me we are never given a burden we cannot handle, but sometimes I wonder if there was some mistake. People have told me I am strong. The truth is I feel weak in almost every way.
Bipolar is not something I chose. It was just something that happened to me, and now I live with it every day.
The tattoos will never define me. I know who I am. Bipolar is a part of me, but it will never define me. That is the one battle I refuse to lose.
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I often journal as an outlet for my emotions but never share my thoughts. I usually make videos but I want to try something new.
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