Lesson Learned
To look at the marks on my wrists, and think nothing of it. Everyday is exactly the
same, depression, anxiety, exhaustion. I always knew life wasn't going to be
easy. But, I never expected so much pain.
To look at my actions, breaking down my family, torturing their souls, just kills
me even more inside. I believe that I cause their pain, the blame is to be placed
on me, so I hurt myself more. But the day I witnessed my sister following my
past, cutting her wrists, just absolutely horrified me. I was confused, lost, and
even more, I was scared.
And then the day came, the day of her defeat, her depression overwhelmed her,
and she came at me screaming in pain, blood dripping from her wrists, and all I
could do was cry. Crying, and yelling at her to quit, but knowing that it wouldn't do
any good, as I would say something, but not follow in it. It was then, that I knew
that I had to change my ways, life is too short already, and to shorten it even
more.....would just be hell.
(Just to let you know, this is a true life situation that occurred in my family. I don't
ask for sympathy, but I ask you to include my sister in your prayers, things are
possible by yourself, but it's always easier with help. And for your information [for
those who care] I am currently getting help with my depression, and I just want to
thank all of those who have commented, it showed me people care, and that
means more than anyone will ever know. Thank you)
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