This is not an artful poem, it’s not a diplomatic essay, but this is huge and I am proud to share it with you who have walked this path alongside me: The last several weeks have been testing my stamina and today I finally popped and oozed helplessness and anger. But I did not self-harm.
I was tempted tonight more than I have been in a long time. The thought of slicing through my skin to release blood and trapped tears was appealing. However, I did not draw blood and I did not put myself in danger.
I am discovering new and unfavorable things about myself this week, but I must nevertheless shine light on this wonderful victory.
My body is my temple.
Self-harm is a permanent “solution” to a temporary problem.