You know, I’ve never self-harmed. Many people would say, ”Oh so its not that bad for you?” or ”Oh so you were tough enough not to?” No. Neither are the case. While I do know things aren’t ever as bad as they could be and many people have it worse than myself, I find that the reason I didn’t self-harm is not a good one. I never have been able to do it due to fear. I feared the pain, I feared the shame. I feared people looking at me in the worst of ways for what I would have done to my body. Although I have sat with a gun, I’ve never befriended a knife. At this point in my life I wish to do nothing but show everyone around they are cared for. When I was at my lowest, I didn’t have anyone to go to, I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. I say to anyone suffering from any pain, talk to someone. I know the loneliness. Now that I do have the opportunity to talk to people about it, I feel amazing and weightless, but still cannot be unashamed of I’ve wanted to do. We have purpose, we have life. That means something. You mean something.