316 days without self-harm

Today I hurt myself, accidentally. A bit of light gardening, and the blade slipped to reveal far more than I would have guessed. After recently feeling suicidal on a couple of occasions, I knew I was no longer in the healthy state of recovery which I had been striving to attain. However, for these feelings …

Relapsing after months of improvement

Night Sky   The day draws to a close As night begins to fall, Heralded by night time’s chorus. Shafts of moonlight pierce the dark, Only to be hidden by clouds Moving, so gently, in the cool breeze. Dark, quiet, and empty, Not a thing disturbs the silence. As you gaze at your surroundings, you …

Dwelling on the past

The Unsung Song   A beautiful, haunting note Echoes through the stillness, A lone voice in a deserted place. The sound travels across the water, Trees move to the melody, But no-one hears your song.   Fear and rejection stole your voice Before you knew it was there. As the dark hides the light, So …

Standing up to suicide

I feel your long fingers trying to take hold of me, trying to suffocate me. You bring despair and remove all hope, trying to convince me that there is nothing left for me in this life.  But you are lying. I have things to live for, I deserve to be here. I want to be …

Seek help

For too long you have longingly searched for freedom; it eludes you still. Yet once more you look across the vast expanse, seeking comfort in solitude, not realising that this desolate place is the reflection of your heart. Before I sought help, I chose to isolate myself and pretend that all was well. Writing has …

If you’re struggling

Did you know that you are loved, and not a burden? That you are beautiful, and valuable? That you are not a mistake, but have a purpose? Did you know that you are not a failure, but have accomplished so much? That your opinion is important, and your voice needs to be heard? That you …

Today is not the end

Vultures circling overhead, watching me, waiting for the final moment. Weary through so much fighting, I lie there on the ground no longer caring. Anxiety has whittled me down to the core, exposing each and every weakness.  And yet, the remnants of the warrior spirit remain. A dying flame, evidence of what once was. Time …