Trigger warning: Self-harm talk.
I was a cutter since middle school. This project is helping me get through my recent mental health issues. I’m Bipolar and these past few weeks were pretty good so i’m getting better.
I will always miss cutting myself. That’s just how it’s going to be. I don’t miss hiding my body, spewing lies about it just being a “Cat scratch” and hurrying to clean up before someone needs the bathroom.
I relapsed once but I’m getting through all of this day by day.
I sure hope you enjoy my photos. Mental illness is real and the fucking stigma around it needs to die. I’m tired of people being so judgemental. Stop being fuck wads! Anyway, here’s some of the photos.
Raw. My makeup is what keeps me happy and comfortable. I’m without makeup in these photos.
Have you ever felt imaginary hands around your neck? The empty stomach that somehow is filled with pure adrenaline or anxiety. I will always hate that feeling.
Stay away, there’s not anything you can do. You can’t love or wish a mental illness away.