Stories of hope

The depths of Despair

I'm almost at my 28th birthday, who knew I would still be here. A year ago I wouldn't have bet on it. I have beem cutting since I was 15 years old, nothing I couldn't handle ( so I thought ) It just kept escalating as the years went on, until not too long ago when I felt I had lost everything. Mainly my soul. My husband has been supportive and loving but he had his breaking point. Luckily I am still blessed to have him and even more blessed to have my beautiful little daughter Georgia(3 months). They are the reasons I try and get out of bed in the morning, and when the blades beckon me with promises of numbness and escape I force the damned back into their pit. It has been 2 weeks since I last gave in - 10 months since a serious carving session. My life is good and I aim to make it better. Here's to turning 28 !!!! Who knows, maybe I'll stick around to see what 30 is like. Don't lose faith it gets better, it gets worse, but somehow you find what makes this existence worthwhile.( some days it has been nothing more for me than the smell of a cup of coffee !)