If I never told you, you would never know. It would never cross your mind. If it ever did, I would deny it – and you would believe me.
I had a problem. I don’t like to admit it; it does not make me proud. I was a cutter; a self-mutilator. Was. I am strong now – at least stronger than I was before – and I write because I know. I can say ‘been there, done that’.
I was born and raised into a broken household. My parents fought constantly, and I lacked that love and support that I wish every little boy and girl would receive. I was the eldest of, at that time, three. I remember that when my mom and dad would fight, I would grab my brothers and lock ourselves in my room. I’d pick up a book and, through their tears and my pain, I’d try to drown out the screaming, the sound of glass breaking, the pain of a family separating, slowly, at the seams.
i am a 12 year old who wants to have fun and honor god at the same time. its hard! the clothes now days are very ungodly! i love 2 spend time with Him and tell him my thoughts and fears. i LOVE to sing. there isnt a minute that goes by that im not singing!! its my way to praise god and still have LOADS of fun:) i LOVE to listen to barlow girl. they have the best teen voices ive ever heard and they manage to honor God too!