I am sad about my scars. The warm weather doesn't help how I feel, you know?
I've got scars everywhere. Arms, legs, tummy, breasts, feet, hands, shoulders and hips. I've got scars from cuts and burns and stitches and skin grafts. Most of them are white now, a few bright red ones, but mostly old and faded.
I'm sad because they're always going to be there. There's nothing that can be done about them. I'm due to start DBT at the end of the year, and my cpn is confident that I may well never self harm again when it's finished.
If ever I met someone romantically (only ever after DBT when I'm 'stable' - I would want a partner and not a carer), how would I go about telling them that underneath my clothes I look like a monster? It's not OK.
I feel massive amounts of regret right now. I know that that's not helpful and that I can't change it, so what I need to do it just get on with things. It'a hard though. I feel disgusting.