Welcome back to crazy little things! I hope everyone is doing ok and if you are not, well that is ok too because you don’t have to be ok all the time as you are only human. I want to get straight into today’s blog post because it is a bit of a different one. There is no tip of the day and I have decided those posts will become less often, even though I love writing them. I have come to the conclusion that I want to do more with my writing and branch out a little with different types of posts. So let’s get on to today’s post before I start my usual moaning about life. Actually, I will say this though as I can’t help myself, today I did some self-care and even though part of my brain was telling me I was just being lazy I ignored it and it really has made a difference to take a couple of hours to myself and unwind my mind. Ok, I am done, promise!
One Little Scar.
There are scars that mark her on the outside and on the inside, they tell a story of a girl who faced many battles. The white marks that decorate her skin that can never be scrubbed away. As a scar can run deep, etching out the path the girl has already walked. A map that only she will be able to understand, a map that lays hidden. Scars are never only just on the outside as each scar can hold a memory, some we wish we could forget and some that we hold on to.
This girl has one little scar on her lip that reminds her how clumsy she has always been, as she ran into a tv when she was 5 years old. This scar makes her chuckle. This girl has one little scar on top of her arm, it is the only one left and in a weird way she hopes it never fades. This is the girl’s last self-harm scar and even though this scar holds a lot of sadness for her as all she just wanted to be heard and she didn’t know how else to let the pain out. It also is a reminder to this girl that she is strong, she is a survivor. Then there is the scar that the girl can’t bear to look at some days as the scar is a reminder that it was the start of so much heartache 12 years ago. See this girl has a c section scar but no child. This scar reminds her of the day she came so close to losing her life. She lost so much that day as it felt a part of her did die that day, as well as a child she didn’t know she was carrying, the respect of her family as no one let her talk about it afterward. Her innocence was replaced by a scar. This was not the end of the heartache, not long after the girl lost someone who she loved so dearly. The whole thing left a jagged scar that ran all the way to the girl’s heart.
This girl has many scars and many stories some good and some bad and probably many more scars will decorate the skin of this girl. The girl has learned a lot over the years from these scars and the one thing she definitely knows she has learned and that is, one little scar is a sign that the pain is over and it is time to heal.
Take care all,