Est. MCMLXXXVIII / Aquarius
Unavailable (#kw) / Native American
I write until my knuckles are white.
And I'm in love with the moon.
"Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon and each month it cries for a love it will never touch."
- Good morning.
- You look beautiful.
- Your outfit is hella cute.
- Your hair smells good.
- Nice butt.
- You’re sexy.
- Good job.
- You’re smart.
- Keep going.
- Stay strong.
- Bon appetit.
- You have great music taste.
- Your blog is flawless.
- I love you.
- Good night.
(via rudest-buddhist)@9 hours ago with 22205 notes
First and foremost, I would like to say this post will be triggering to those who suffer with any self-destructive behavior and/or depression. However, this will be my only post about this topic.
The first time I attempted suicide, I was only 13. I wrapped a belt around my neck in my mom’s bathroom. Long story short, a mere two seconds later my mom had kicked open the door to take me down. To this day, I still have trouble breathing and my neck gets sore sometimes. Up until I was 24, I had attempted suicide over 50 times from overdosing and cutting.
The first time I self-harmed, was 14.5 years ago. This included everything from cutting, burning, starving and beating myself up.
In 2011, I was admitted into a psychiatric hospital for time. I had been there for a month. A year later, 2012, I was admitted into the hospital again but had only stayed a week.
At my lowest, in 2011, I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, severe depression, general anxiety, social anxiety, insomnia, OCD, PTSD, mild bi-polar disorder and paranoia.
It took me until I was 23 years old to get help. It took me until I was 24 years old to come out as a Transgender Male. It took me 26 years to be free. To be whole. To love myself. To accept myself.
This month marks 1 whole year free from self-destructive behavior. This month marks my freedom from being in darkness. This month marks my journey. My recovery.
I fought hard. I fought through relapse after relapse. I survived. This message is to anyone who needs some sort of hope. This is for you. I am here because I need to be here. You are here because you need to be here. Whatever it is you are going through, whatever it is you have went through, I am here to remind you the storm does not last forever. I am here to remind you somebody loves you. It may take time, a long time but it is never too late to get help.
I am living proof. I am here. If I can do it, you can do it. I would bet on you. All of you.
Thank you to every one of you, my friends and especially my family for helping me through this. I can finally and whole heartedly say, I am happy. I have survived."