“I felt so sad inside, so I bled the pain away. Now I have
scars to hide. Why didn’t I just pray? I wish someone would see all of these
cuts and scars. They are not just skin deep; they go down to my heart. With
endorphins released, the blade becomes my friend. After the pain has ceased I
think ‘is this a sin?’ But I deserve it, the pain, it envelopes my brain. I
messed up back then. The memories remain within.”
There is this boy I know who is the kind of boy that
everyone looks up to. He is always smiling, always the happiest person in the
room. His problem comes when he is alone and not around a crowd of people. The
mind he has speaks lies that he messes up and he will never be good enough. The
mind he has screams at him to give up.
I’m very close to this boy who I know so much about. No one
would suspect him to be the one with the knife at his skin, willing to hurt
himself because he feels as if that is what he deserves. No one deserves that
self-inflicted pain. No one.
There is this girl I know who finds herself binging in order to feel skinnier and prettier. When she looks in the mirror, she exaggerates every negative area of her face and body. Her self esteem is securely connected to useless people and harmful words. She told me her secret addiction a few months ago and how severe it has become. It is a scary thing to have bulimia control your life.
I love this girl more than she will ever understand. I feel for her because addictions are hard monsters to fight. I believe in her, though. And I will keep on praying until she starts to believe in herself.
So many people battle all these terrible addictions and diseases alone and behind closed doors. Without help, there is no ears to listen to them or hands to comfort them when they feel so sick of relapsing. I wish more men and women who have problems like these ask to be cared for. I wish I could understand more of what my friends are going through but I can only provide hugs and the art of listening. I'm going to ask for prayers because I think if everyone lifted up a few words to God, He could give them both a lot more strength.
Oh, but struggles were designed to overcome.
There is this girl I know who finds herself binging in order to feel skinnier and prettier. When she looks in the mirror, she exaggerates every negative area of her face and body. Her self esteem is securely connected to useless people and harmful words. She told me her secret addiction a few months ago and how severe it has become. It is a scary thing to have bulimia control your life.
I love this girl more than she will ever understand. I feel for her because addictions are hard monsters to fight. I believe in her, though. And I will keep on praying until she starts to believe in herself.
So many people battle all these terrible addictions and diseases alone and behind closed doors. Without help, there is no ears to listen to them or hands to comfort them when they feel so sick of relapsing. I wish more men and women who have problems like these ask to be cared for. I wish I could understand more of what my friends are going through but I can only provide hugs and the art of listening. I'm going to ask for prayers because I think if everyone lifted up a few words to God, He could give them both a lot more strength.
Oh, but struggles were designed to overcome.
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