I'm not quite sure what to write. I'm interested in the scar cover ups you were offering..
I'm tearing up just as I sit here thinking about what I want to tell you..
I am a 24 year old who has suffered from depression and anxiety for 11 years. Every day I struggle not to go back to my old coping ways but I realize that I don't want any more scars. I'm embarrassed of them on my arm, especially when I'm at work and I know customers notice them. I have always wanted to get them covered but wasn't sure how much it would cost or if it was even possible. What you are doing is truly amazing and I thank you for it, even if I am not chosen.
Thank you for time & have a wonderful day!
I know all I can is try
okay so when i was in 6th grade i started noticing that i was feeling really off. i was typically a very loud, and outgoing person but as soon as i started feeling off i kinda shut down. right after i started becoming depressed i was violated by a boy several years older than me. once i got into 7th grade i was on social media and i followed this depression page and saw a girl with cuts on her and thats where my curiosity started. i cut once and immediately got hooked. on january 19th 2014 i cut all over my thighs and arms (just surface cuts). i cut "fat, worthless, ugly, slut" into my thighs and i overdosed on prescription pills . ive been in therapy ever since. theyre covered by other deeper scars now. i used to cut everyday. then summer of 2014 i got violated AGAIN by an even older guy. thats when i started cutting super deep and the scars are awful. i havent cut in 6 months and im so ready to have these covered. i get them thrown in my face by people at school all the time and i just wanna feel "normal" again and
not have my past permanently on my body.. i am 16 years old and im trying my hardest to get past the anxiety and depression part as i am done with self harming. thank you so much. i think what you guys are doing is amazing.
Between the months of September 2014 and May of 2015, I hit my rock bottom. I have always struggle with anxiety and depression but during this time, I was at my worst. I was drinking all the time and beginning to use drugs, having multiple sexual relationships, I was loosing myself. I turned to cutting because it felt like it was the only thing I could control. It was like a sigh of fresh air for me. The last time I had cut, it was so bad I should have gotten stitches, but i didn't, in fear that I would have been admitted into the psych ward. In the end of April 2015. I found out I was pregnant with my son and I immediately sought counseling and though sessions and antidepressants I was able to pull myself out of my slump. I am now enrolled back into school and ready to better myself for my family. My scars are a reminder of how far I have come from that time in my life, and I would never want to lose that. I am looking to get them covered because of the other people in the world who are so quick to judge without knowing the whole story.
A friend of mine sent me a link to a story about a young lady who you helped cover self harm scars on. I was hoping that you might be able to help me do the same.
My name is Cheryl, I'm 25 years old, and I'm a survivor of sexual assault and domestic abuse. My trauma did lead me down the path of self mutilation(across my thighs), but the scar I have been trying to cover is over my heart.
In the long road of recovery that I've walked so far (the last physical abuse was in 2013) there have been night terrors, panic attacks, and flashbacks. I have been clinically diagnosed and am still being treated for PTSD. The flashbacks had me in my head thinking that I was trying to pull his hand off of my wrist, my face, my neck, or my chest, when in reality I was just scratching my skin off. The scar over my heart is from one of these flashbacks. The worst part of all of this is that he still walks free and lives very close to my house.
In January I will be getting a fresh start in a new state. I am going to escape the constant fear that I live in now and start really making the transition from victim to survivor. That's why I want the tattoo. I know I will never be able to erase completely what happened to me just as I could never completely cover these scars. But to turn my story and my scar into something beautiful would help me so much. I want to make them a message to others. A person who understands for those who have been through it and reminder of the danger for those who haven't. If my years of suffering can keep just one person from going through what I went through, then it was worth it.
If you could help me or know someone who can, I would be forever greatful.
My name is Tina and I live in Richmond, MI. I have been toying at the idea of covering my scars on my arm for a couple of years now. When I was in my freshman year of high school I met this boy online. I thought he was the one and I gave him my everything. I let him walk all over me and then some. We were together about a year when he started to verbally abuse me. He would tell me that I did not mean anything to him and that I was worthless. He decided that he would make me feel even lower than he already was by saying that my various friends and family members were talking to him and that they loved him more than they loved me. I honestly believed him at the time because my father was in Iraq and because of this, my mother and I were not getting along. He completely broke my self esteem and made me into something that I was not proud of (however, I am proud of the person I have become because of him). I started to burn myself on occasion with a lighter. When my mother saw the blisters at one point, I just had told her that a piece of hot wood had fallen on my arm during a bonfire and assumed that she believed me. When he broke my heart for the last time I tried to burn his initials into my arm. I have never been more thankful that most of the blisters did not scare so I wasn't forced to look at his initials every day for the past seven years. I have since forgiven him and moved on and met the real love of my life. But, to me, these scars are an ugly and permanent reminder of an ugly person and and ugly time in my life.
Honestly, I am sure that others are writing to you with worse stories than mine and I hope you help them over me. I have it easy compared to others. It just was pretty empowering to share my story with a stranger in the hopes of maybe closing the door to a crappy chapter of my life.
Thanks for listening. Tina
Hello this is my story of 75 self harm cuts! About 5 years ago I was in a deep dark pit of hell ! I was drugging and drinking ! I lost my baby sister in 92 from SIDS (SUDDEN INFENT DEATH SYNDROME) SHE was four months old when she died I hald on to her death and never let her for over 20 years ! I was losing everything 5 years ago my son my job my family and everything I've had to my name gone all over drugs and Fri king ! I've been sober from drinking for almost 2 years and 5 years sober from pills and self harm ! Xmas of 2016 I got to see my son for the first time in 5 years ! Plz send me a message back thank u for giving me the time to tell u my story !