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When the scars aren’t just on the outside



We all have them. On the outside the scars that can be visibly seen. Whether it be from breaking a limb to unintentionally cutting your finger. Those scars are there as a reminder, they tell a story. Some people maybe happy with there external stories but what about those of us that have internal scars that don’t talk about there stories.
Everyone has a past, times in there lives that have been hurtful. Times that we wouldn’t wanna relive but those are the scars that form us,
As someone who has dealt with bullying, mental health and the constant battle within myself to believe in me and not give up. It’s the constant battles - the tears, anxiety, fear etc that have formed my scars. I know that if you were to look inside me now my body would be a map of the scars. With the different thickness being how much it affected me.

What I’m trying to say and probably not great, is that we may not show it but we all have scars. Externally or internally.
My scars internally have been a build up over the years and show how much I’ve been through. But as I look at the newest scar on my arm (done by me) it makes me realise that I for one have been through a lot. I don’t hate the latest scar. I see it as a point to remember that although I did it, I wasn’t weak. I was in control.
If my mental health fight has taught me anything it’s that we all have scars and they all tell our stories. But sometimes it’s in not so visible ones that need to be listened to the most.

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